Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick.
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee!"
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic, something called "The Politics of Lonely,"
A toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus. You tried not to roll your sunken eyes,
And said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it."
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling.
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see. Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling. Before the nurses came, took you away,
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.
Writer(s): John Samson, Stephen Carroll, Jason Tait, John Sutton
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