Pale

I do this thing where i think i'm real sick
but i won't go to the doctor to find out about it
'cause they make you stay real still
in a real small space
as they chart up your insides and put them on display

they'd see all of it, all of me, all of it
all of the good that won't come out of me
and all the stupid lies i hide behind
it's such a big mistake
lying here in your warm embrace.

The Good That Won't Come Out, By Rilo Kiley

What if it's true? That I'm dying everyday? Wasn´t it true, the promise at birth of a breath of air that would propel our hearts forever?

Not a happy joke but a sad refrain,

You took my heart away, I'm gonna die here and lay.