Shaking and shivering in 75-degree temperature
She says she’s not doing so well with her
Stained gown on
She lays down on her bed
She trembles faster now
Do you need an ambulance?
I’m wondering if there’s anything I can do somehow
I think I’m useless
Wow
I think she’ll be leaving us soon
Every time I step into the room
She gets worse
I wish I could say this was the first
Time that I thought this way
But she’s suffering and sickly
It’s called misery
A life comprised of medication and sympathy
Every sentence gets lost in translation
He asks her if she can talk to him
She does her best with a “yes”
While her eyes stay sealed
He looks at her with his eyes peeled
He’s making one of his final memories of her
Cause he thinks the same as me

It’s 2:34 in the morning
Without warning
The whole house is scattered
With family, fear, and questions
“Do you know where you are?”
“Do you know my name?”
She says she doesn’t know
She can’t put the mental picture in the frame
Oh no
Next thing I know
An ambulance rolls up outside
There’s no more denying what I know
To be the truth inside
I’ve got an urgency
Somebody come to comfort me
We’re following to the hospital
A family emergency
Been awake about 30 minutes on the hour
I feel like a Ferrari driving without any horsepower
In the early morning sky of tomorrow
There’s a star we’ve been following
It’s a constant reminder
That this world can be hollowing
It’s raining
It’s paining me to embrace
Possible futures I’m predicting
But this isn’t about me

She’s hurting all over
She’s old and eroded
Even her mind is full of corrosion
She isn’t aware of the simplest emotion
She always responds with “I don’t know”
She’s too busy listening to her soul
He’s saying he loves her
Like it’s his final goodbye
There’s worry in his eyes
He doesn’t want to blow his cover
He doesn’t want her to see him cry
5:35 and all she wants is to leave
I think she’ll get her wish soon enough
Indefinitely

Intensive care units and blue morning light
Is painting an image that isn’t too bright
And it isn’t right
It isn’t fair
Angels holding hands over her head
They don’t wanna share
They’re sneaking her slowly out of her bed
She doesn’t understand
The doctor tells her she’s nearly dead
But she refuses to receive
Any bad news
It’s just make-believe

Please…
Doctor, please…
Make her believe