You’re the one holding the paddles
as I crash out on the table
but no one’s yelling clear
as my life flashes before my eyes
How sad and sorry I’ve been
nothing much of substance
and here I am silently begging
for some attempt at revival
My heart is in your hands
can you at least try to keep it beating?
You’re right, I am relying on you
probably too much for some
I guess you’re included in that
I thought that was what you asked for
when you stepped in at a time of need
and you never said it was too much
until it crept up on both of us
Now I can’t even tell you I miss you
because I’m afraid it would be
the last words I ever said to you
that you actually listened to
It’s up to you, I’m afraid
to help me here at least one last time
Tell me it’s over, tell me to go
Leave no uncertain words
or tell me it doesn’t have to end this way
Tell me we might salvage something
out of my ignorance here
Just tell me something
before it’s too late…