Part nonsense, part lung test,
sickness loved in these hands.
Sought numbers for answers.
In hundreds I said prayers.
Missed some trains. Lost some friends.
Some forgave in the end. I don't want to tell you you're
the reason why, but you're just a couple minutes shy
of changing things for good.
Maybe I'll put aside this poison like I always knew
I should. Horizon gently pretends to be the end,
to be an end. But what you can't see-and I don't want
to give it away-shows that things look good for the
rest of the day. Now I trust a shiver to bring this
body's bad news. Voices might consider that it's my
time, or let me choose. Now I don't worry too much
about what I really have to loose,
because I'd surely give it all up if I could get some time with you.