Radio Doctor (part 1)

I've got regrets you know they're sleeping in my skin,
Under this unaffected life I'm living in.
I've got your numbers written all across my hand,
Equations dictate everything I understand.

The radio doctor keeps his cards all to himself,
So what's the point in caring about somebody else.
No matter what you did, and everything you felt,
Down on your knees the circuitry begins to melt.

I've gotta know, what you can show me, back at home, with the radio doctor
I've gotta see what's left for me, what's left for me, and the radio doctor, the radio doctor

I've got some status back and I've got a little time,
Over this adolescent dream that you were mine.
At night I call you up and it makes my body sore,
The bone is broke and you can't fix me anymore

I've gotta know, what you can show me, back at home, with the radio doctor
I've gotta see what's left for me, what's left for me, and the radio doctor, the radio doctor

Radio Doctor won't you come back to me now,
Hold me up and carry me back through the crowd.
Lift me high enough so everyone can see,
you were the only one who meant a thing to me.

I've gotta know, what you can show me, back at home, with the radio doctor
I've gotta see what's left for me, what's left for me, and the radio doctor, the radio doctor