The Last Song, Part One

Lyrics

This could be the last song I make up This could be the last time I give up I'm running out of time to say whatever's left inside My body tells my brain that there's not enough time When your life flashes before your eyes and your attention was misplaced All the art felt so important compared to friends' parties and games All the people came in last, and I could blame PTSD I can't remember what I need to say before I can leave And I'm not so scared to die, I'm terrified of untied ends And the things I didn't say that cost me the love of my friends And I'm not so scared to pass, but I'm sure afraid to leave I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm scared of what awaits me Oh, but one plane at a time, I just got to slow down I can feel the seconds tickin' by 'til exhaustion comes around From just tryin' to recall what is important in this life Before I can even look beyond it, I get this one right And when you write your last song, what if no one sings along? And what if the world didn't need you and they're happy that you're gone? Will you write about your parents and that you had to raise yourself? What's still important to you when you do not have your health? Me, I think I'm scared to lose my voice with all that's left unsaid I'll adress the big picture, focus finer points instead When my last song's time has come, I'll never even know I'll just hope somebody holds my hand and welcomes me To my first real home To my first real home This could be the last song I make up This could be the last time I give up I'm running out of time to say whatever's left inside My body tells my brain that there's not enough time