Steven Connors Died In A Car Accident On The Way To His Girlfriend's House
Steven Connors had had a long day
His boss near fired him for not pulling his weight
So he headed down town to wash some of his wears away
He knew he couldn't go so far
He promised to see his song for his birthday
Even though Steven would rather not see his girlfriend that day
Paid for his drink and half eaten burger
And tipped the waitress more than he could afford
Because she winked at him as she took his dishes away
Steven placed his hands on the cold car door
Key in the ignition, switch the lights and wipers on
Showering on and off throughout the cold cool night (Around fourteen degrees)
He floored his way to the national road
On a speed and a rate on pace to meet his fate
Stevens fingers fumbled their way to the wiper knob
Once the road gained his attention again it was too late
The last thing he'd see was a bright white light
From the high beams of a stray oncoming semi
Matt Green had not slept in three full days
His co-pilot was awfully sick in the passenger seat
The truck broke down twice and his co-pilot was worryingly pale
He was on the best semi drivers in the state
He'd been working the job since he was sixteen
He tripped alright one days without sleep, slightly worse on two
Dealing with the hassels of the machine
Day three sun down in the wintery evening, Matt's worn eyes glued to the road
The pale tarmac burnt into his retinas, lines in the road blur together
Matt drifted away to his living room
Arm around his wifi, cocoa by the wire
dog in his lap, he was living the life
His dog started barking, Matt's awake, he was in the wrong lane
And it was too late
Sat in silence the suddenly still truck, through the windscreen he saw the limp body
Of the driver he'd apparently hit
In a button up shirt and broken glasses
Matt's head was spinning with blue and red
With sirens screaming all the time
They carried the poor boys body out the chevvy cruze
Matt prayed his family would be alright
Steven Connors died in a car accident on the way to his girlfriend's house.
Collied head on with a stray semi truck
Is Steven Connors in a better place
Is he alright? Is he in pain
His boss near fired him for not pulling his weight
So he headed down town to wash some of his wears away
He knew he couldn't go so far
He promised to see his song for his birthday
Even though Steven would rather not see his girlfriend that day
Paid for his drink and half eaten burger
And tipped the waitress more than he could afford
Because she winked at him as she took his dishes away
Steven placed his hands on the cold car door
Key in the ignition, switch the lights and wipers on
Showering on and off throughout the cold cool night (Around fourteen degrees)
He floored his way to the national road
On a speed and a rate on pace to meet his fate
Stevens fingers fumbled their way to the wiper knob
Once the road gained his attention again it was too late
The last thing he'd see was a bright white light
From the high beams of a stray oncoming semi
Matt Green had not slept in three full days
His co-pilot was awfully sick in the passenger seat
The truck broke down twice and his co-pilot was worryingly pale
He was on the best semi drivers in the state
He'd been working the job since he was sixteen
He tripped alright one days without sleep, slightly worse on two
Dealing with the hassels of the machine
Day three sun down in the wintery evening, Matt's worn eyes glued to the road
The pale tarmac burnt into his retinas, lines in the road blur together
Matt drifted away to his living room
Arm around his wifi, cocoa by the wire
dog in his lap, he was living the life
His dog started barking, Matt's awake, he was in the wrong lane
And it was too late
Sat in silence the suddenly still truck, through the windscreen he saw the limp body
Of the driver he'd apparently hit
In a button up shirt and broken glasses
Matt's head was spinning with blue and red
With sirens screaming all the time
They carried the poor boys body out the chevvy cruze
Matt prayed his family would be alright
Steven Connors died in a car accident on the way to his girlfriend's house.
Collied head on with a stray semi truck
Is Steven Connors in a better place
Is he alright? Is he in pain
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Writer(s): Sasha Nilssen
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