10.28.2003 :::
brakes
How do you know it's true this time?
That the sirens don't call you name,
But another, less fortunate.
Is it a miracle if someone still gets,
Gets the raw deal in the end.
No more moutains to climb,
These days, just like the last, same,
This mobile's owner, it's corporate,
And Las Vegas never halts the bets,
What do you have to say friend?
Just stop, stop right there, do you see?
Could have died, or worse, if possible
We could have been separated,
And it's, it's all my fucking fault.
Don't apologize, you never need to.
Officer, it's not her you want, it's me.
Nothing to the event is comprable,
The wheel, and face, lacerated,
Open me up, my skin, lay on salt,
It's starting payments, on what's due.
She's gone, because I couldn't stop,
The street, with rain was too slick,
I didn't stop, not one little bit,
And the heaven's, they celebrated,
Because God took her from me, through me
I will plead guilty, fall to the feet Mr. Cop,
Put me away before I get too sick,
Before the sun in the sky is lit,
My happiness, it has vacated,
Maybe in a next life I'll meet Serenity
::: posted by Matthew at 11:38 PM
