Life’s too short to be angry.
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’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.
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.
And I’m thinking of what Sarah said,
That love is watching someone die.
So who’s going to watch you die?
So who’s going to watch you die?
So who’s going to watch you die?
Sad song. Even sadder when it’s a future in a friend’s life.
Just shows how impermenent life is.
+ New outlook.
