I left my jacket in the hospital The doctors yelled at me when I ran back inside They said you're not supposed to be here, can you leave? I saw a milkman who was dying, I started to think How could I have known That that would be the last time that I would see you? You're looking at the kitchen Staring at the clock And time won't seem to move And you don't want to talk Do you wish that things would move along? You know that they won't You know that there aren't You could have changed They gave you the choice With a knife in your hands And a quiver in your voice You should've turned the door into the hall And gloved your scars