Helpless

And I feel so helpless
Laying on the ground
About a thousand miles away
And you're struggling
Only so much phones can do
So I'm silent now
But I heard you grunt in pain
Not recovering
And you tell me what you want
I'll move
Pain can wash away the years
You're a child now
I'm no longer son of sons
Ain't it puzzling
In the bed with the blinds drawn down
In a seafoam coloured gown
With your ass hung out
Up against it now
And you tell me what you want
I'll move