a thinking part
through a window pane
i thought i'd find you holding glass and shooing flies away
but you lowered me as i was lying heart first on the road
you left me gripping myself
nineteen
your hands were feeling warmth because they were lit and left to burn off
gather hands and tie them to your arms
please drive further
the race is on
i figure nothing can stop me if i keep moving
so i leave my things to you
you grabbed my legs
and begged me to break it off
but your shoes were worn through
and your laces broke in half
eighteen
one more thinker wont help your fight