I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you   Patiently taking its aim   As it aimed for the spark in your eyes   Resistance from here looked so lame   What used to scare me is not worth one thought   As I cling the memory of   Pitch black coffee and cigarette used    while I aimed for a smile on your face      I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed   And pour my thoughts straight down the drain   When it pours I'd much rather get wet   Than to shelter my thoughts from the rain   While I chill my guitar to your amplified breath   And hum away thoughts of your death   All I got left is one awkward embrace   My last aim for a smile on your face