In Hundreds

Part nonsense,

part lung test,

sickness loved

in these hands.

Sought numbers

for answers.

In hundreds

I said prayers.

Missed some trains.

Lost some friends.

Some forgave

in the end.

I don't want to tell you you're the reason why,

but you're just a couple minutes shy of

changing things for good.

Maybe I'll put aside this poison

like I always knew I should.

knew I should.

Horizon

gently pretends

to be the end,

to be an end.

But what you can't see-and I don't want to give it away

that things look good

for the rest of the day.

Now I trust a shiver

to bring this body's bad news.

Voices might consider

that it's my time, or let me choose.

Now I don't worry too much

about what I really have to loose,

because I'd surely give it all up

if I could get some time..

time with you.