Death's Apex

I've only got a couple of minutes.
And there's a knocking at the door.
You're still asleep.
Maybe the rules are changing.
I can't find the box that the game came with.
We could reread the directions.
Call this dreary life a jigsaw.
These are the pieces without a plan.
Sign me off of the server.
I'm not ready to take a stand.
And you're still asleep.
Remember when I told you to look at the world differently?
You listened but didn't follow through.
And now you're worried.
I can see it on your face.
We are the recurring dream.

I've only got a couple of hours.
And there's a traffic jam ahead.
You're still awake.
Maybe it's our toast to the highwaymen.
They can watch us until the car breaks down.
Nothing lives forever, right?
Call this a dreary life a lost cause.
These are the plans without a goal.
Take the keys out of the ignition.
Love is a blighted hole.
And you're still awake.
Remember when I said that I was scared?
You understood, but didn't hold my hand.
And now you're pissed at my apathy.
I can see it on your face.
We are the cracks in the road.

I've only got forever.
And there's a stone with your name.
You're still gone.
Maybe hell is a place among the living.
I can stare into the sun.
Then I won't have to see your ghost.
Call this dreary life a justice.
These are the goals without substance.
Refute the idea that I exist.
I didn't want to be your husband.
And you're still gone.
Remember when I made a mistake?
You knew, but couldn't respond.
And you want to tell me everything's fine.
I can see it on your face.
We are the mortals.

I've only got a couple of seconds.
And there's a knocking at the door.
You're still an angel.
Maybe it's finally time.
I can't read the clock anymore.
It's better not to see the end.
Call this dreary life a right.
These are the substances without a place.
Take me from my bones.
Quarantine the waste.
And you're still an angel.
Remember when the accident happened?
You did, but could never tell me.
And now you're going to take me with you.
I can see it on your face.
We are the dead.

D.E.-2009