Medicine from Little Deaths by Sage Christie

I saw your face seize up in pain, I saw your hands clutch your left side
But you laughed and reassured me, it’s just your body slowly dying
I remember feeling strange as our laughter filled your room
as if part of me were dying right along with part of you

But I know better than to try to be the medicine you need
when you already take a million things, the alcohol, the nicotine
All for something deep inside you that I could never reach
Knowing me, I’ll fight to heal you, ’cause I don’t know how to grieve

Go ahead, die on my shoulder
It’s all right; I’m gonna hold you
And I won’t ask you to be fine
’cause I know you’ll find your medicine in time

And I pray that you’ll remember, in the darkest, darkest hours,
you’re a creature made of stardust who belongs here on this earth
You’re worth more than I can give you, and I know because I know who I see
And I wish you were as kind to yourself as you’ve been to me

Go ahead, die on my shoulder
It’s all right; I’m gonna hold you
And I won’t ask you to be fine
’cause I know we’ll find our medicine in time

and I pray that you’ll remember, in the darkest, darkest hours,
you’re a creature made of stardust who belongs here on this earth

• Americana
• Folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Asheville