As you sat on the bed 
Moments from your end
Inconceivable dread 
Inches from your head 
I can’t bear to imagine you 
In that horror scene 
One too sad to be 
In my mind's eye I am there 
Embracing you so scared 
Now you kill me too 
You killed me too

Decidedly willing to lie for you 
Absolutely willing to cry for you 
Ill at ease in saying goodbye to you 
part of me will never know

I am there, again, intervals of red 
An [bad word] to 
Things I couldn't do 
In a fable disabled

I say words like foolish son 
God what have you done 
I'm a thin blue cliché, hopelessly 
I'm a mouthful of doubtful

Decidedly willing to lie for you 
Say again 
Willing to cry for you 
Finally saying goodbye to you
part of you I'll never know

Looking through the spyglass in a punctured sky 
While your garden died 
You couldn't see the sky for your fallen stars 
Endless in your arms 
You were still alive even as the sad astronaut