watching someone die

On the intercultural immersion trip I went on a few weeks ago, I ended up having a long discussion about this song with a friend. It's been floating around in my head since. Take it as you will.

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stare at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 4o9
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself, "I've already taken too much today"
As each decending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines, in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said: "Love is watching someone die."

So who's gonna watch you die?

--What Sarah Said, Death Cab for Cutie