World Spins Madly On

An empty bed

The clinical sense of despair.

That look - the silent, reserved pity.

Nurses smiling -
Why?

Feeling guilty just for being OK
When he’s there, in that bed. Dead.
Except his chest still moves up and down
If you’d notice that.
Cause he’s jerking and he’s
fighting to get back on his feet.
And his eyes are opening and
shutting as he’s trying to see
the light.

But he’s in some bed
in some strange place
With no one at his side.
And he can’t understand why.

He can’t understand why.

And we’re here
Next to that same bed.
And deep down everyone knows the bed
is empty.
Just no one can understand why.

No one can understand why.

There’s been this song in my
head now for weeks.
And I don’t know what it is
but it’s beautiful for sure.
And it’ll mean more to me than
anything I’ll ever hear.

And it was real.
But is it still? Did it ever
really happen?

My head is filled with
this music.
Every time I close my eyes
my ears are opened.
Maybe it’s him writing one
last song.
I don’t know.
I’m just scared I’m already starting
to forget
how that song went.

And it was real.
But is it still? Did it ever
really happen?