as she woke up for the final injection
the sickness was hard when there was no one around,
and it spread to her hands and it spread to her legs
and they felt like the mud from the pond
on the ground that she played
in as a kid what she did to deserve this
while her friends were at parties,
she was on the floor, with a mixture of blood, sweat and tears by her head,
that's when she said...can I be dead?
yea I've heard that before
so as I'm writing this thank you note
there's just one thing she wanted you to know
just before she had to go, she said that
she liked you
just hung that painting that we found of London,
i never saw the beauty of that city before.
as it sat in our basement next to board games and yearbooks with a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor
so as I'm writing this thank you note
there's just one thing she wanted you to know
just before she had to go, she said that
she liked you
