Monday, November 07, 2005

Roadkill

Roadkill
I was cold
and it was dark
on the highway.
My heart was on the double yellow line.
And you over ran it.
It was hit and run.
I never saw it coming.
Now I am bleeding in the sun.
And I didn't even plan it.
I'm roadkill.
I'm roadkill.
Zooming down the highway,
just like you always do.
Didn't put the brakes on,
just booked right on through.
95 miles an hour,
and my head is still spinning.
I can't tell if I am losing,
But I don't think I am winning.
I'm roadkill.
I'm roadkill.
Bowled over and flat,
you just left me like that.
I can't make it to the shoulder.
I'm roadkill.
I'm roadkill.
No one stops to pick up the pieces.
No one glances twice.
You don't know about your actions,
don't own up to your life.
Probably didn't feel the bump.
Couldn't hear the splat.
Now I'm bowled over,
lying here all flat,
and I can't make it to the shoulder.
I'm roadkill.
I'm roadkill.

1 Comments:

Blogger psyvhicjack said...

Have you read the content? It not about fishing it's about my life as a fag.

8:16 AM  

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