7 Birches
Old Turnpike Rd.
Pale white I saw your face an image I can't erase. Acceleration foot to the ground ignore your suggestions to slow down. Swerve right figures fade this scene in my head stuck on replay. Deceleration but it’s too late, cut the wheel and seal your fate. Coping with tragedy hoping it's all a dream. My face a scar in this town. My gaze fixed on the ground. Excise all the thoughts of the life that was lost. But they consume my mind, devour the hours of every night. It's hard to keep sanity with all the pain that surrounds me
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I just wanted some company, I just wanted some company on that drive, but I would have drove alone if I knew it’d cost your life. I try and push these thoughts into the back of my head, but these scars on my arms will never let me forget. The men in white coats, the men in white coats fear for my life, think I'll attempt to atone the one that was lost that night. I'm so damn miserable why did I have to take you with me on that drive. Was it the alcohol that impaired my judgments? Am I just a stupid kid who killed his best friend, what was it? I'm getting better but I can't change the weather here and I'll gouge my eyes out before I lie down. So many feelings I can't explain and I'd be lying if I said I was the same. You’re so much more than an obituary stuck to a fridge. I wanted to be so much more but now what, now what am I? Week upon week has gone by and I have yet to feel all right. Feel all right. Week upon week has gone by and I have yet to end my life. End my life. Week upon week has gone by and I still have yet to feel. (Sedate me, erase me, take me from this place)