Accidental Tragedy

 

 

You thought I could make it without you, I told you...so many times to not do what you did and I seen that doubt surrounding about you, you wouldn't fucking listen staring at your phone waiting for you face to be booked soaring on a highway out climbing such powerful altitudes, fucking with a board of another realm you surfed it like the internet and went over the roof that night, that second I felt you in me shouting for help I couldn't shout back at you

Ripping, shredding everytime I visited your gravesite but that wasn't the one... interstate 27 was your gravesite out of state perhaps your only one, Blue Chevy was the coffin you laid yourself in as the black night clouded your​ vehicle gone you didn't even have the armor ,your only witness since even the love of my life couldn't picture the scene so let me piece it together for you frame by frame so the light wouldn't have to take you when the sun came up and erase the ink, you did all the painting and red, white and blue lights drove you away to your last home printing a page upon a newspaper, dating today

So here I sit fuck visiting today because if I do I may have to be there watching you die, I'll never overcome please change the channel tonight

 

HOOK

 

Kids are scared, they sit wondering where you lay but shit I didn't tell them yet..and as a father sometimes I just forget but run away and wish I would've died with you that day and feel the tires hit from under me yeah, bust a rubber, maybe I would have been a deer you hit so near but I can't escape the pain like you did in this mirrored headstone without me, I still have the car all beat up in the backyard just rusting bits all away but I can't tell which is rusting out faster between you and me and of course, that car or your severed bones in the city pave..

I was going to make you my necklace of ashes but the flames had left me breathless when this all had happened, and either way this fucking noose around my neck seems to strap in best like a seatbelt but everytime I try it fucking unlatches and, I think of what you would do and I put it back in, my toolbox I never thought such an existence would effect me this way I've turned into a stubborn bastard and the youngins​ look at me all depressed and, shit just isn't the same because im back in this struggling attraction slowly changing so scared I'mma be taken over by my actions.. swinging the bat but this isn't a fucking game chug it back with, alcohol, heroin and a gun to my mouth again begging to

 

Yeah....death isn't sweet...and you can't put out a fire with gasoline so I guess this means...I have to let you go