...hospice

It's the fear of a promise
A stab wound with no pain
Broadcast all of my worst thoughts
To my enemies
You're just hoping I always lose

This sacrifice it just meant nothing to you
Ignoring each piece
Plastic to ceramic
To grow stronger does not always need to Have change
(I heard you say)

So take my dying hand
Find the good in goodbyes
For mourning won't come easily
Drag the fear from me
Not as pretty as they'd want you be

Becoming ageless after 23
Drown out my departure
Through crowds of defeat
Then burn down my house just to feel seen
Engrave each moment

Into a memory
Can't keep up with the pace
Of the modern day
So take my dying hand
Find the good in goodbyes
For mourning won't come easily

Drag the fear from me
If we could trade I'd be there
Born from a wish of pain
The request is turning cold
Living colour now dark-end circles

Your eyes will never age
Now I can barely read
Postcard from the ICU
A promise to come visit soon

So take my dying hand
Find good in the goodbyes
For mourning won't come easily
Drag the fear from me

I heard you say
I heard you say
I heard you say
If we could trade I'd be there