And it came to me then that every plan 

Is a tiny prayer to father time

As I stared at my shoes in the ICU

That reeked of piss and 409



And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself

That I've already taken too much today

As each descending peak on the LCD

Took you a little farther away from me

Away from me



Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines

In a place where we only say goodbye

It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend

On a faulty camera in our minds



And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose

Than to have never lain beside at all

And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground

As the TV entertained itself



'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room

Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news

And then the nurse comes 'round

And everyone lift their heads

But I'm thinking of what Sarah said

That love is watching someone die



So who's gonna watch you die?



So who's gonna watch you die?



So who's gonna watch you die?