Thank-You Note - Butch Walker

As she woke up for the final injection

The sickness was hard

When there was no one around

And it spread to her hands

And it spread to her legs

And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground

That she played in as a kid

What she did to deserve this

While her friends were at parties

She was on the floor, with a mixture of blood

Sweat and tears by her head

That’s when she said, can I be dead?

Yeah I’ve heard that before

So as I’m writing this thank you note

There’s just one thing she wanted you to know

Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you

Just hung the painting that we found of London

I never saw the beauty of that city before

As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books

With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor

So as I’m writing this thank you note

There’s just one thing she wanted you to know

Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you