I see death as it sneaked up behind you
patiently taking its aim, as it aimed for the spark in your eyes...
resistance from here looked so lame
what used to scare me is not worth one thought as I claimed the memory of
each black coffee and cigarette used while I aimed for a smile on your face
I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed and pour my thoughts straight down the drain when it pours I'd much rather get wet
than to shelter my thoughts from the rain
while I chill my guitar to your amplified breath and arm away thoughts of your death
all I got left is one awkward embrace
my last aim for a smile on your face...
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