| I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you | |
| Patiently taking its 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 to 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 |