You were fighting for breath
Blood thirsty for oxygen
Not taking up much space in the bed
Shedding weight for the flight ahead
Before tonight I thought that angels drew a map for you in permanent marker
Could be my epileptic brain had forged the shape of heaven's gates in the darkness
Either way, Jim, if that was dying, you've got this
Either way, Jim, if that was dying, you've got this
Linda frightened to death
At the thought of waking up parentless
Reliving days with Jim in her head
Praying he goes with no pain, and then
She wonders why each time she tries to talk to god it's when her life feels hardest
And if creation has a plan it seems this man has been abandoned by the artist
Either way, Jim, if this is dying, you've got this
Either way, Jim, if this is dying, you've got this
I remember thinking you had turned into a kite
Bones like they were shrink-wrapped in a skin so thin and tight
As if to save the backs of family carrying your coffin
If this is dying, you've got this Jim
If this is dying, you've got this Jim
