Here I stand like every other record, not broken, but still not completely together. You pretend to listen, provide a false sense of care but your friendship is distant, I’m imagining you there. Don’t question my actions because they weren’t in your favor, you’ve seen my back before, this is all second nature. Problems are small but I can’t seem to push through them, I’ve had a few opportunities but thanks to dreams I blew them.
A quiet ride home and interrupting the silence, metal screaming against metal left in beautiful violence. Still went your chest with the faint sound of sirens, all colors blend to one with the insides of eyelids. Streetlights grow dim as night forgets this tragedy, common lives are passerbies, only what they want to see. Luck to be on the front, but more possibly in page three, those to remember you in a year’s time will be much less likely.