Type Forty in the Junkyard (The Doctor)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands know every synapse firing in my brain,
The latex-gloved precision tracing every vein,
You map the dopamine that makes me feel alive,
You read the scans like maps of somewhere sacred,
Each careful touch rewires how my neurons sing,
The cold bright light above us, sterile, waiting,
You're studying the miracle of me.

[Chorus]
You're the only diagnosis I believe in,
You cure me with a single glance,
Your mirror neurons mirror back my longing,
You're the prescription that I need.

[Verse 2]
You read the amygdala behind my fearful eyes,
Your presence calms the limbic storms inside,
The chart you hold is dog-eared at my name,
Your voice drops low like rainfall on a window,
The oxytocin floods like medicine through veins,
I taste the antiseptic in the air between us,
The fluorescent hum above us never wavers,
You're healing what I didn't know was broken.

[Chorus]
You're the only diagnosis I believe in,
You cure me with a single glance,
Your mirror neurons mirror back my longing,
You're the prescription that I need.

[Bridge]
In your stethoscope, I hear my heartbeat racing,
The metal disc pressed cold against my chest,
The cerebral cortex lights up when you're near,
My pupils blown wide open, every breath
Measured in the silence of your listening,
The ink still wet on everything you've written,
You've got the cure written in your eyes,
The way you pause before you speak my findings,
Every cell remembers you,
Every nerve ending holds the shape of your attention.

[Outro]
Your hands know every synapse firing in my brain,
You've rewired me completely, it's true,
You're the only diagnosis I believe in.