And in the blink of an eye
I saw your entire life on the lawn in front of me

back to the kitchen with your brothers and sisters
and you in the corner where we took you home

and I remember the ride it was the first of your life
everybody knew, what we were supposed to do

and the end of your life, wasn’t a minute in sight
there was a seventh that day, you were the seventh


The sun was the brightest that it had been all fall
so why not spend your last day in the middle of it all
nobody wanted to speak, no one knew what to say
I kept walking away to cover my face

the man with no heart brought all of his instruments
without hesitation he started to assemble them
it’s been years since my own mother sobbed
and all I could do was stand there and watch

Termination, an irreversible ending.
When is the right time for me to give in and
why was my initial reaction to cover my eyes?
I owe so much more to your life

The way that you lay is ingrained in my brain
and sometimes I relapse as I go through my days
because without you it’s just not the same
a part of my family was taken away

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine on jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
And again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
And is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed 
When you say best friends mean friends forever.

i dont understand how people jsut get things handed to them. i dont hate kids for being rich. i just hate them for being lazy, yet feel entitled.

That’s the problem with dream girls. They have a habit of becoming real.