I remember the day you asked a final question
That question was important, and I don't remember why

I remember it lingered, but only your voice
Words were unimportant then, but how I wish I had payed attention now

Maybe you would still be here

I think it had to do with lust, no maybe something to do with love
Was it something about your bleached blonde hair?
Or was it about the Drano I poured in a cup and drank last time

Fluid burning down my throat, but I loved it
Because it reminded me of you

I remember... I was on a hospital bed
And on my chest you laid your head
You asked me... you were crying I couldn't distinguish...

You asked me... something...

There are days now when I think I can remember
It lingers and it controls my thoughts and my energy
But then it floats away on a breeze of another thought rushing in

I want to be happy
But I never asked for happiness
I want to go to heaven
But I never asked to go to heaven

I remember everything I asked
But I can't remember what it was that was so important
That you cried

Then... I remember... your hands
I remember... my throat closing up
I remember... not being able to breathe...

And I remember... I REMEMBER

I remember,
And the answer is still

No, I don't love you anymore.