I’m sorry but this feels a little gooey to me. A little too earnest and manipulative. Obviously The Lovely Bones by way of a coma rather than the Big Sleep. I loathe the idea of a songwriting, guitar-playing boyfriend serenading his sleeping (or comatose or whatever) girlfriend in a hospital room…hate it! And I hate the line “staring down the barrel of greatness.” The greatest achievers in the world never looked down that effing barrel — they just did what they were doing as best they could and with as few distractions as possible. Proclamations of greatness are for tribute dinners when you’re 78, or for obituaries.