09/2012

Parking lot lights mesmerize me
My vitals are starting to fail
I still think we were meant to be
Even though I’m putting you through Hell

I hear the ambulance blaring
They keep asking me what I took
I feel all my demons staring
It’ll be the end if I look

Your calls keep going to voicemail
I fly down the interstate smiling
If I’ll make it is too early to tell
I don’t know if I’m dreaming or dying