Lyrics:

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling Yahtzee!
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic
Something called 'The Politics of Lonely'

A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes

And said Hey can you help me? I can't reach it
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling

Before the nurses came, took you away
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray