brandnew_punk_7
11/14/03, 03:16 PM
it was a winters night in december----
my memory's frozen i dont remember
the ground went red with bloodied snow
the tires of the car were spinning with no where to go
the ambulance arrived
they put me in, my pulse was fine but inside i was not alive
the glare of the headlights fills my eyes
the sound of shattering glass rings in my ears
slammed on the breaks, the sign was to hard to recognize
i forgot that the car always stuck in first gear
the sky blinked with red&blue lights
the cold kept time still that night
people look into a wooden box; the life god stole
later they gather;throwing flowers into a six foot hole
life is a story, yours is like an ending unread
i scan the lines, flip the pages...their blank....cause your dead
the glare of the headlights fills my eyes
the sound of shattering glass rings in my ears
slammed on the breaks, the sign was to hard to recognize
i forgot that the car always stuck in first gear
i count the days like degrees down to sub-zero
im lost,alone, like a child without a hero
the years go by like an old postcard.....
dont expect much when seven cents is all you spent......
my memory's frozen i dont remember
the ground went red with bloodied snow
the tires of the car were spinning with no where to go
the ambulance arrived
they put me in, my pulse was fine but inside i was not alive
the glare of the headlights fills my eyes
the sound of shattering glass rings in my ears
slammed on the breaks, the sign was to hard to recognize
i forgot that the car always stuck in first gear
the sky blinked with red&blue lights
the cold kept time still that night
people look into a wooden box; the life god stole
later they gather;throwing flowers into a six foot hole
life is a story, yours is like an ending unread
i scan the lines, flip the pages...their blank....cause your dead
the glare of the headlights fills my eyes
the sound of shattering glass rings in my ears
slammed on the breaks, the sign was to hard to recognize
i forgot that the car always stuck in first gear
i count the days like degrees down to sub-zero
im lost,alone, like a child without a hero
the years go by like an old postcard.....
dont expect much when seven cents is all you spent......