Near Death
The street that I live on, I almost died on
Now I know cars can be death traps in more ways than one
No unfinished business trumps a gun that's not listening
Shut up and sit still at the driver's insistence
I'm sorry I didn't think about family
Or emails I never thought to respond to
And scared as I was then, it's not as I am now
Because there's a whole life in front of me
Would it kill me to move?
Depends who you're asking
Near death, far from birth
You think that living won't always hurt
Depends who you're asking
Now I know cars can be death traps in more ways than one
No unfinished business trumps a gun that's not listening
Shut up and sit still at the driver's insistence
I'm sorry I didn't think about family
Or emails I never thought to respond to
And scared as I was then, it's not as I am now
Because there's a whole life in front of me
Would it kill me to move?
Depends who you're asking
Near death, far from birth
You think that living won't always hurt
Depends who you're asking
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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