A bed in an ICU Is just an electric chair with cushions Your broken feet charred and inert Twitch in your sleep, like you're dreaming of getting up And telling me you're going to stay For the memories we'll still make together
And when you're awake I almost wish you wouldn't be But I smile like breaking glass Waiting for the after, the endless without And you talk for me, as I don't
You're scared, but you can't show it Because my peace always came first for you But that won't be much longer Your full stop is my comma But there won't be a rhyme tomorrow
What you mean to me Will be broken into a thousand words That will fade, like the sound of your voice To mean nothing, the world you still walked in The soil I can't make grow again
No spring will set in your chest But I'll have to greet the winds that take you To think without the dust And meet the heart that's left behind.