In the room

Once when I was caught
Between life and death
I lied and said
I’m destined to haunt you.

The truth was I was
Too comfortable
The coffee smelled good
And the clouds were high.

Being with you
Was nice and I
Didn’t have a clue
What was on the other side.

So even though
We couldn’t press too hard
I still had my senses
And felt somewhat alive. 

But the lie
Was a constant presence
Why would you want
To send me into the unknown?