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Text: Death Cab For Cutie. Plans. What Sarah Said.

And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I?ve already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds

And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

?Cause there?s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes ?round
And everyone lift their heads

But I?m thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die

So who?s gonna watch you die?

So who?s gonna watch you die?

So who?s gonna watch you die?