People Normally Die When They Are Killed
It's been a few weeks since I came around
I've been trapped in conversations with a ghost of my former self
I fear your body breaking down
My nervousness never seems to help
What am I supposed to do without your guiding hand?
If there's one thing I wanna believe
It's that you'll make peace with your concern for me
With your heart in my hands
When you're on that hospital bed, I'll listen
That sea salt breeze, a crashing wave
And the memory comes back to me
I was up to your knees, your hand in mine
As foam bubbled up along the shoreline
You always deserved better
A handwritten note on crumpled paper
How many years do you think we have left?
After all the time spent wasted in my own head?
I've been tired, I've been selfish, but I'm quickly learning
That every life has an end
How many times have I tried to leave?
Believing that I'm adding strain
But you always know just what to say
To keep my mind from leading me astray
How many times have I tried to leave?
Believing that I'm adding strain
But you always know just what to say
To keep my mind from leading me astray
