What Sarah Said
And it came to me, thenthat every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time.As I stared at my shoes in the ICUthat reeked of piss and 409.I rationed my breaths as I said to myselfthat I'd already taken too much today,as each descending peak on the LCDtook you a little farther away from me...Away from me.
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazinesin a place where we only say goodbye,it stung like a violent wind that our memories dependon 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 groundas 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 saidthat 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?