Bury Me A G by Thug Life
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat and gets caught. These broken windows, open locks, reminders of youth we lost. In trying so hard to look away from you. We followed white lines to the sunset. I crash my car everyday the same way. The time to let this pass (the time it takes,the time to lete go). Time runs through our veins,(it starts and stops and starts and stops again). We don't stand a chance at this threadbare time(to take time to break the cycle). Staring at the setting sun,no reason to come back again. The twilight world in blue and white, the needle and the damage done. I don't want to feel this way forever: a dead letter marked return to sender. The broken watch you give me turns into a compass, its two hands still point to the same time-12:03 out last goodbye. So push the seats back a little further,roll the windows down and take a breath. I can see the headlights coming, they paint the world in red and broken glass. The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window. When the lights are on and the cameras click, we open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash. I'll never understand, understanding in a car crash.