You've Got This

You were fighting for breath

Bloodthirsty for oxygen

Not taking up much space in the bed

Shedding weight for the flight ahead

Before tonight I thought that angels drew a map for you in permanent marker

Could be my epileptic brain had forged the shape of heaven's gates in the darkness

Either way, Jim, if that was dying, you've got this

Either way, Jim, if that was dying, you've got this

Linda frightened to death

At the thought of waking up parentless

Reliving days with Jim in her head

Praying he goes with no pain, and then

She wonders why each time she tries to talk to god it's when her life feels hardest

And if creation has a plan it seems this man has been abandoned by the artist

Either way, Jim, if this is dying, you've got this

Either way, Jim, if this is dying, you've got this

I remember thinking you had turned into a kite

Bones like they were shrink-wrapped in a skin so thin and tight

As if to save the backs of family carrying your coffin

If this is dying, you've got this Jim

If this is dying, you've got this Jim