Thirty Called Arson It's Hard To Say No When You've Got A Gun To My Head
pacing the freeway with my heart on your sleeve waiting
for headlights to appearhoping your last breath comes
soon wings open and the dark angel falls from the sky,
come to take you home blackened sky and you think it's
time; cowering before your messenger, you said 'this
might take some time, i'll see you in a few years.'
friendship must not be on your mind; friendship must not
be in your vocabulary, because you're not trying.
