And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room just nervous paces bracing for bad news Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their heads But I'm thinking of what Sarah said That love is watching someone die
