headphones in and I’m lost in time
even though I always was
sitting at the bar, another man sits beside him
they talk about life and love
they talk about dreams
you start your song and I close my eyes
can’t tell what I’m searching for
she lowers her head into my chest and cries
he collapses onto the floor and dies
and I’m asking why me, why him
why you, why now
somehow 18 became 25 became 74
and I can’t fathom this turn of events
she’s mad if she thinks I will live
the man at the bar leans over him
but we’re both out of canvases, there’s
nothing left but to paint over what’s behind
let’s paint over our bodies tonight
laying here with an arrow in my chest
he’s not gone yet
the only thing I want is to hear your voice again
I’m mad if I think you will help me live
she splatters scarlet red across my ribs
he is going to make it
two more minutes of your song, I know
he breathes,
and now it’s time
she sings,
it was always time to live.
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