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