Think

You walk tri-city sidewalks in a circle
Little parking lot lover
You hang and you hover
I'll sleep next to your bed all through the springtime
Beneath bright red streetlights in sickly slow oceanside
Salvation in clear view

The sky over the highway whispers "come to me"
So sweet like the ocean but I'm dirty like a sewer line inside
I meticulously fantasize of suicide
I die 1,000 times
Inside my head and late at night I hear the wind
I feel the death blows by semi trucks
And I don't give a shit about myself I want to jump
But then I think about my family
And the people that surround me and I



Credits
Writer(s): George Allen Gould Ii
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