You were fighting for breath
Blood thirsty for oxygen
Not taking up much space in the bed
Shedding weight for the flight ahead
Before tonight I thought that angels, drew a map for you in permanent marker
Could be my epileptic brain had forged the shape of heavens gate, in the darkness
Either way Jim,
If that was dying
You've Got This.
Either way Jim,
If that was dying
You've Got This.
Linda frightened to death
At the thought of waking up paremtless
Reliving days with Jim I'm her head
Praying he goes with no pain and then
She wonders why each time she tries to talk to god it's when her life feels hardest
And if creation has a plan it seems this man has had been abandoned by the artist.
Either way Jim,
If this is dying
You've Got This.
Either way Jim,
If this is dying
You've Got This.
I remember thinking you had turned into a kite
Bones like they were shrink-wrapped in your skin so thin and tight
As if to save the backs of family, carrying your coffin
If this is dying
You got this."