Today I'd go to the beach to play with my kid in the sand
That for years has occupied
I'd eat one of those pricey set menus
With my hubby and then a stroll
I'd cry out of hidden rage
In a parking lot shouting at God with disdain
"How do you do this to me, b*stard
With how much I love living?
I still don't want to leave"
And luckily all this is a lie
And I've only made up that I was already dying
But I've been left sad thinking about those
People who know that today really is their last day
I dive into the cliché to tell you
That we have to embrace life
When there are pretty things
Let's be happy with full awareness
And love that some day ends
"How do you do this to me, b*stard
With how much I love living?
I still don't want to leave