Doctor Help Me

VERSE 1

Brayden came in for his quarterly,
sat in that vinyl chair,
watched how steady Doctor Geek's hands,
checking pressure like it meant something,
saying "look at me" while he checked the light,
and something about that looking—
that attention—
made Brayden's ribs ache.

Daniel's been coming back,
same knee, same Tuesday,
but really for the asking:
"How's your sleep? How's work?"
Not the clinical kind,
the kind where he waits for the truth,
and Daniel's forgotten what that feels like,
to have someone *actually* listen.

PRE-CHORUS

In that room, they get it—
the permission to be wanted,
to matter, just for a moment.

CHORUS

Doctor, help me
separate the healing from this need,
your hands on my chest,
your voice in my ear,
your attention like
it's only me—
Doctor, help me understand
that this has an end,
that when you close that door,
I'm back to being
invisible,
and this waiting room
was Heaven
with an expiration date.

VERSE 2

Aiden made the appointment just to see,
came in expecting nothing,
left with proof
that someone asked about his life
and meant it,
and the doctor's fingers on his pulse
felt like being *found*.

Grant knows the schedule,
Ethan knows the cologne,
both pretending it's casual
while they count down the days,
while they count the ways
this ends.

Baset's holding borrowed time,
knows the practice closing,
knows this tenderness
has an expiration stamped on it,
keeps coming anyway,
keeps sitting in that chair
like it's the only place
where wanting's allowed.

BRIDGE

He's leaving—they say it quiet,
like someone died.
Like someone taught them
that being held could mean something,
even here,
even temporary,
even impossible.

CHORUS 2

Doctor, help me
understand what this is—
the touch that feels like tenderness,
the attention that feels like love,
'cause when you go,
we're back to being invisible,
back to being the kind of alone
that six men know too well.

OUTRO

Brayden, Daniel, Aiden,
Grant, Ethan, Baset—
carrying what it felt like
to be held,
carrying the weight
of borrowed Heaven,
till he retires.

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VERSE 1 Brayden came in for his quarterly, sat in that vinyl chair, watched how steady Doctor Geek's hands, checking pressure like it meant something, saying "look at me" while he checked the light, and something about that looking— that attention— made Brayden's ribs ache. Daniel's been coming back, same knee, same Tuesday, but really for the asking: "How's your sleep? How's work?" Not the clinical kind, the kind where he waits for the truth, and Daniel's forgotten what that feels like, to have someone *actually* listen. PRE-CHORUS In that room, they get it— the permission to be wanted, to matter, just for a moment. CHORUS Doctor, help me separate the healing from this need, your hands on my chest, your voice in my ear, your attention like it's only me— Doctor, help me understand that this has an end, that when you close that door, I'm back to being invisible, and this waiting room was Heaven with an expiration date. VERSE 2 Aiden made the appointment just to see, came in expecting nothing, left with proof that someone asked about his life and meant it, and the doctor's fingers on his pulse felt like being *found*. Grant knows the schedule, Ethan knows the cologne, both pretending it's casual while they count down the days, while they count the ways this ends. Baset's holding borrowed time, knows the practice closing, knows this tenderness has an expiration stamped on it, keeps coming anyway, keeps sitting in that chair like it's the only place where wanting's allowed. BRIDGE He's leaving—they say it quiet, like someone died. Like someone taught them that being held could mean something, even here, even temporary, even impossible. CHORUS 2 Doctor, help me understand what this is— the touch that feels like tenderness, the attention that feels like love, 'cause when you go, we're back to being invisible, back to being the kind of alone that six men know too well. OUTRO Brayden, Daniel, Aiden, Grant, Ethan, Baset— carrying what it felt like to be held, carrying the weight of borrowed Heaven, till he retires.

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