Andy Martens

Andy Martens

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Death and Dying

Written By: Andy Martens

How do I know, who you were. I watched you, and that's all that I can do. Now, I know because I guessed, I guessed from those answers that you gave me on your test.

How do I know. I imagine, yes I see you in my head. But there's no such thing as proof, no such thing. I imagine that's right but hasn't been proven.

Suppression

Written By: Andy Martens

I give you instruction, watch it by yourself. Don't tell anyone else. Watch it so that if I watched you, I wouldn't know what you're going through. Calm your body, slow your heart's beat. You might begin to blink, don't begin to speak.

Humor

Written By: Andy Martens

I have expected, then been surprised. But I only smiled sometimes. I’ve had tension released. Sometimes I laugh, but sometimes it’s just relief.

I’ll pretend to run when you pretend to touch me. And if we have fun, that’s ‘cause it’s supposed to be.

I wrote a joke, to you from me. It's hard to tell a joke in a minor key. If you don’t laugh enough, the fault belongs to both of us.

If you pretend to cut me, I’ll pretend that it’s blood. And that only makes me laugh, because I had faith it would.

Death and dying

Written By: Andy Martens

Someday I'll hit sixty, and that's a moment from sixty-five. Time's uncompromising, death's a moment from being alive. Go on and hide it, as I sing this song. You stay quiet, this is not a sing-along. Slowly dying, but still too fast.

I walk the pavement, like it's forever. But don't you know that I'm faking it, trying to make things better. It's closing on two minutes, and it's about enough. I am almost at my limit, count down to one last chorus.

Death and Dying

Written By: Andy Martens

Someday I'll hit sixty, and that's a moment from sixty-five. Time's uncompromising, death's a moment from being alive. Go on and hide it, as I sing this song. You stay quiet, this is not a sing-along. Slowly dying, but still too fast.

I walk the pavement, like it's forever. But don't you know that I'm faking it, trying to make things better. It's closing on two minutes, and it's about enough. I am almost at my limit, count down to one last chorus.