Doc, I heard the last thing you said
If your tone is any note I should’ve stayed dead
Death, hurry and come claim me
So these people I love can stop complaining
I can’t sleep so I flirt with the overnight crew
And it hurts to see the sight of the bearer of bad news
Now I’m used to getting probed and prodded
But I’ll never make a muscle to see my skin blotted
Beside me I can see a couple Hallmark cards
Yet nothing from some people I held in high regard
I asked my sister and she did her best to reach you
I can’t believe I open my eyes and still haven’t seen you
Doc, I heard the last thing you said
If your tone is any note I should’ve stayed dead
Death, hurry and come claim me
So these people I love can stop complaining
Those who worried; I apologize
Those who are saddened; I sympathize
Those who cried; I visualized
Those who were afraid; I epitomized