[Intro] The chart is open on the table the chair across is empty but I sit there [Verse 1] The patient presents with no complaints not formally She stopped marking the tender spots a while back Age at onset unclear possibly always Date of first entry October no year given Clinical history reads like a list of rooms she left No acute findings no visible wound no recorded cause The patient adapted well to the conditions The ink is dry the pages curl slight She folded her hands once then did not [Pre-Chorus] But the chart keeps going page after page something held back The handwriting changes about halfway through [Chorus] This is the verdict written down clean The Diagnosis The Diagnosis The Diagnosis A name for what she carried alone [Verse 2] The room is small the light is flat no window here The fluorescent hum sits at one pitch does not change She sits across from the table from herself The cello tone shifts The chart says you not the patient you You stopped eating well in the second year you know which year You learned to read the silence before anyone spoke Your hands on the table still palms down You built a version of fine that almost held [Pre-Chorus] But the chart keeps going all the way back to where it started And the handwriting is yours [Chorus] This is the verdict written in your hand The Diagnosis The Diagnosis The Diagnosis A name for what you carried alone [Bridge] You were careful you were quiet you kept the edges clean You told yourself it was manageable not the same as well The examination room does not forgive or condemn It only reflects what was always already there Kira You were always the patient [Final Chorus] This is the verdict nowhere left to carry it The Diagnosis The Diagnosis The Diagnosis [Outro] The room holds still the chart is closed Endured
