Coma
My ghost floats freely above your sleeping face
And with a spirit like smoke, I am dispersing like ashes in your sea
But even if I can’t touch your skin just one more time,
The fact that you still exist is enough for me
When I wake up to it every morning...
The cold reality, it numbs me -
That you are still in a coma and I just can’t reach you
So even if I can’t touch your skin just one more time,
The fact that you still exist is enough for me
Somewhere you have found solace without me