Shane Koyczan, The Short Story Long - Move Pen Move lyrics
[Shane Koyczan, The Short Story Long - Move Pen Move lyrics]
Death, be not proud
Though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
For those whom thou think'st
Thou dost overthrow die not, poor Death
Nor yet canst thou kill me
Thou art slave to fate, chance
Kings, and desperate men
And dost with poison, war
And sickness dwell
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke
Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more Death
Thou shalt die
Stay that's what mothers say when their
Sons and daughters go away, they say stay
My mother said go
So I wasn't there the night
She fell out of her
Wheelchair, so frustrated that she
Amputated her own legs
Or rather tried to with a steak knife
Her life leaking out on the white floor
Blossoming like roses in the snow
Our relationship was an anthem composed
Of words like "gotta go" so we went
And sent our regards on postcards
From other places we'd
Been with stories about all
The things we'd seen
That's how it was with you and I why
Say good bye when we could still write
But then it took your hands
We should've practiced our goodbyes
Because then it
Took your eyes and I was somewhere
In the middle of nowhere watching the sun
Rise over a stop sign placed down
The center line of a highway filled
With sudden turns for the worse
Running back home 'cause I gotta play nurse
Gotta figure out which pill
Alleviates which pain
Which part of your brain is being used
For a boxing bag as your body became
A never ending game of freeze tag
Taking place in an empty playground
I was left looking for your limbs
In a lost and found
And I couldn't set you free
So we just sat there
Our heads bent towards each
Other like flowers
In the small hours of the morning
While light
Wandered in like a warning that time is
Passing and you right along with it
Bit by bit every day
And all I could say is if I could I
Would write you some way out of this
But my gift is useless and you said no
Write me a poem to make me happy so I write
Move pen move
Write me a bedroom where cures make love
To our cancers but my mother
Just motions to a bottle full of
Answers and says "help me go"
And now I know something of how
A piano must feel when it
Looks at the fireplace to see sheet
Music being used for kindling
Smoke signalling the end of some
Song that I thought
It would take too long to learn now I
Just sit here watching you
Burn away all those
Notes I never had a chance to play
To hear the music of what you had to say
I count out the pills just to
See if I can do it
I can't even get halfway through it before I
Turn back into your son and say stay
I could hook up my heart to your ears
And let my tears be your morphine
Drip because maybe it's easier
To let you slip away than
It is to say goodbye so I hold my breath
Because in the count down to death the
Question of "why" melts into "when"
How much time do we have left
Because if I knew what I know now then
Move pen move, write me a mountain
Because headstones are not big enough
My mother says stop it
Write me a poem to make me happy
So I write this stay
She smiles and says, "gotta go" i know
Goodbye
Though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
For those whom thou think'st
Thou dost overthrow die not, poor Death
Nor yet canst thou kill me
Thou art slave to fate, chance
Kings, and desperate men
And dost with poison, war
And sickness dwell
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke
Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more Death
Thou shalt die
Stay that's what mothers say when their
Sons and daughters go away, they say stay
My mother said go
So I wasn't there the night
She fell out of her
Wheelchair, so frustrated that she
Amputated her own legs
Or rather tried to with a steak knife
Her life leaking out on the white floor
Blossoming like roses in the snow
Our relationship was an anthem composed
Of words like "gotta go" so we went
And sent our regards on postcards
From other places we'd
Been with stories about all
The things we'd seen
That's how it was with you and I why
Say good bye when we could still write
But then it took your hands
We should've practiced our goodbyes
Because then it
Took your eyes and I was somewhere
In the middle of nowhere watching the sun
Rise over a stop sign placed down
The center line of a highway filled
With sudden turns for the worse
Running back home 'cause I gotta play nurse
Gotta figure out which pill
Alleviates which pain
Which part of your brain is being used
For a boxing bag as your body became
A never ending game of freeze tag
Taking place in an empty playground
I was left looking for your limbs
In a lost and found
And I couldn't set you free
So we just sat there
Our heads bent towards each
Other like flowers
In the small hours of the morning
While light
Wandered in like a warning that time is
Passing and you right along with it
Bit by bit every day
And all I could say is if I could I
Would write you some way out of this
But my gift is useless and you said no
Write me a poem to make me happy so I write
Move pen move
Write me a bedroom where cures make love
To our cancers but my mother
Just motions to a bottle full of
Answers and says "help me go"
And now I know something of how
A piano must feel when it
Looks at the fireplace to see sheet
Music being used for kindling
Smoke signalling the end of some
Song that I thought
It would take too long to learn now I
Just sit here watching you
Burn away all those
Notes I never had a chance to play
To hear the music of what you had to say
I count out the pills just to
See if I can do it
I can't even get halfway through it before I
Turn back into your son and say stay
I could hook up my heart to your ears
And let my tears be your morphine
Drip because maybe it's easier
To let you slip away than
It is to say goodbye so I hold my breath
Because in the count down to death the
Question of "why" melts into "when"
How much time do we have left
Because if I knew what I know now then
Move pen move, write me a mountain
Because headstones are not big enough
My mother says stop it
Write me a poem to make me happy
So I write this stay
She smiles and says, "gotta go" i know
Goodbye