In the air, there’s less oxygen than ashes
It’s starting to burn my eyes and throat
I taste more than I would like
And care a lot less than I should
You say “God bless both your hands”
Your breathless words cease after that
The we both close our eyes
I guess it’s time for me to go, Just as soon as I arrived.
It feels so strange that after 43 days, there’s no more for me to try.
There’s so much I want to say; There’s so much that I can't tell
It happened so fast that I can't trace myself back to where I fell
Those flowers look like they’re starting to go
The nicotine has worn off
Lying next to you awake in the cold, hot dark
But you’re asleep
The longer I lie here
The more bumps I feel on my arm
Tolerating the AC’s Frost until
I hear the sound of your 5 am alarm
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