another lonely cracked up roadway a tent of dark blue all around ignition click all systems go the end is started feeling high and disconnected now a tent encroaching on her mind she said, "i'll be fine like the other times" as the road blurs ever nearer in the background was it his time to fall? a reflector blink there was no time to think out she saw his body fall bang she saw him fall another victim in the paper why not spend your life in pain for taking his on the way she sang a song for him as others found the parts of him she said, "not me it isn't fair" and saw his family standing there while wading through the medication oxygen tent suffocation
"i watched him die in my headlights you'll never know the pain it caused me" she sat in a cell for him as others prayed and buried him she said, "not him it isn't fair" her lawyer fought his best for her and she would cry about it she would talk about it "123 too many (drinks) for me" she'll never see the sun from outside bars all things fallen in her life her life runs close to understanding when it's your whole life that stems from (an) ending you'll see clearer in the dark you see clearer in the dark.