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 [bad word] and 409 
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself 
that I’d already taken too much today 
As each descending peak of 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 [bad word] 
I would rather lose 
than to have never lain beside at all 
Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground 
As the TV entertained itself 

Cause there’s [bad word] in the waiting room 
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news 
Then the [bad word] round 
And everyone lifts their heads 
And I’m thinking of what Sarah said 
That love is watching someone die 

So who’s going to watch you die? 
So who's going to watch you die? 
So who's going to watch you die?