Death be a liar   Say that the morning will come soon   And this dreary black cloud will soon be brushed away   You sound shaky on the phone   Where is he staying?   No, that's fine mom   I love you and I'll call you when I get there      With my own discretion this drive will be peaceful   Not a thought of the looming fact that roles over and over again   And I'll feed denial, 'till it eats my insides   With each exhale the hand grips tighter around my neck      Breath deep   This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean      These buildings are blurry   And my vision is tunneled   These sterile white hallways tell stories of people that will never be the same again   Please, I need assistance   Where's room 107?   Down the hallway, past the stairwell, on your left      Breath deep   This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean      Please don't forget the good times that we spent together   And don't regret a wasted chance to say "I'm sorry"    And after all where do you think I got this temper   There's only love