Concussion

I must have started dreaming
When my head hit the floor
It shook the ground when I went down
You come crash through the door
I’d never seen your face before

You tell me everything will be alright
But I can tell you don’t know for sure
Should you call the doctor or the priest?
I ask you what for
There’s no hope. There’s no cure

My life is but a ship without a sail
Drifting further from shore
Am I stuck inside the belly of a whale?
Or was I never born?
Didn’t you die in the war?

Alcohol still on my breath
My head really stings
There’s something sticky in my hair
I got blood on everything
It stained my wedding ring

I can speak romantic tongue
Where on earth have I been?
I wipe the tears from your face and ask
Why are you crying?
Because you are dying