Aim for a Smile

I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you

Patiently taking it's aim

As it aimed for the spark in your eyes

Resistance from here looked so lame

What used to scare me is not worth one thought

As I cling the memory of

Pitch black coffee and cigarette used 

While I aimed for a smile on your face



I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed

And pour my thoughts straight down the drain

When it pours I'd much rather get wet

Than to shelter my thoughts from the rain

While I chill my guitar to your amplified breath

And hum away thoughts of your death

All I got left is one awkward embrace

My last aim for a smile on your face