As I sit here, playing minecraft, after walking for an hour in the hot, sweaty weather to come home
I call the house,but no one answer.
Ring, ring ring, ring. Nothing
I call again
Ring, ring, ring. Nothing again.
As I sit here on this bed, trying to hold back my smoldering hot tears, while you lay in that hospital bed possible looking into the faces of death, feeling his unfortunate tight embrace, and smelling his sour, salty breath
You call me from the hospital and tell me that they're going to keep you, and you don't know how you got the sickness, that they don't know how it developed
You call me and tell me that everything is going