If I Lose It - Charlie Simpson, Danton Supple

A camera smashed apart in my hands

Microchips and memories falling through my fingers

Your head’s cut and my arm is broken

There are paramedics all around us now

So if I lose it, don’t you lose me

And if I lose it, don’t you lose me

I’ve been hooked up to these machines

They are breathing for me

And I’ve got words to say

Maybe we should talk, talk, talk

And if I lose it, don’t you lose me

And if I lose it, don’t you lose me

Don’t you lose me, don’t you lose me

Well, we’re holding on by the tips of our fingers

Praying that life keeps a hold of me

As we look off, we’re just souls in the ether

So far away from these microchips and memories

I can’t tell you what will happen

To us as the days pass, please just stay with me

And if I lose it, don’t you lose me

Yeah, if I lose it, don’t you lose me

Well, if I lose it, don’t you lose me, oh

Yeah, if I lose it, please don’t lose m