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