his passing was no surprise
they said he’d been living
on borrowed time
but baby
it’s all borrowed time
and when I dummy up
I can hear my life
grow fainter
with every heartbeat
the mechanism speeds on
but I have withered
under the shadow
of certain death
I can’t wrap my head
around the concept of non existence
but I know that’s what’s coming
how will I meet that hour?
and how shall I spend
what time remains to me?
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