Smooth Jazz

There's not a thing that I could say To stop your blue eyes from fading to grey And all the blood will rush to my head And fall out of my mouth Am I invisible now To a friend in a hospital gown? I'll still call your phone to hear your voice I learned a lot about death before I grew up I watched you begin to fade when I was sixteen I swore that I would be okay You told me that your biggest fear was waking up each day So when I wake up in the morning On top of blankets, fully clothed I'll tear Death's fingers from my throat To remind me that I'll never be alone