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 4091.
I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
that I'd already taken too much today,
as each descending peak on the LCD
took you a little farther away from me...
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 our memories depend
on a faulty camera in our minds.
But I knew that you were a truth,
I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all.
And 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 around and everyone lifts their head...
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
that love is watching someone die.
So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?
1. An all purpose household cleaner