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 breaths, as I said to myself
That I've already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me.. away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
At 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 the 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
And then the nurse comes 'round
And everyone lift their heads
And I'm thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone dies.
So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?
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