I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you
Patiently taking it's aim
As it aimed for the spark in your eyes
Resistance from here looked so lame
What used to scare me is not worth one thought
As I cling the memory of
Pitch black coffee and cigarette used
While I aimed for a smile on your face
I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed
And pour my thoughts straight down the drain
When it pours I'd much rather get wet
Than to shelter my thoughts from the rain
While I chill my guitar to your amplified breath
And hum away thoughts of your death
All I got left is one awkward embrace
My last aim for a smile on your face