And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny glance of father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
minds
sun at all
self
news
Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head
And I'm thinking of what Sarah said but love is watching someone die
So who's going to watch you die?...
