The hours flash, I don't think I've ever spent this long staring at patterns on the floor It's fifteen past, the doctor walks in to remove the IV dripping through her pores A fingertip beneath my chin beckons me skyward When we lock eyes, I know it's time to say goodbye, to console her
But instead I choke Cause right now words They feel so low And there's no urge To bear my soul To speak of hope What little's left You'll take it all When you go