i can't sleep another night while we're waiting for a sign that everything is gonna be all right. intend to realize, i'm not saying my goodbyes. no, those words won't pass my lips tonight.

and there's a lump and its growing in my throat and its taking over, taking over my chest. i can't breathe thinking that you might not be with me come tomorrow.

can you see me as i'm watching you through this glass, breathing on it and making heart shapes into the condensation? with the last air in my lungs, we'll have a one-sided conversation. you don't have to say a thing.

so wake up, don't give in. it's not over yet. because i know hospitals never felt too welcoming.

talk is cheap anyway, and i am running out of things to say to you...