pacing the freeway with my heart on your sleeve waiting for headlights to appear
hoping your last breath comes soon
wings open and the dark angel falls from the sky,
come to take you home
blackened sky and you think it's time; cowering before your messenger, you said "this might take some time, i'll see you in a few years."
friendship must not be on your mind; friendship must not be in your vocabulary,
because you're not trying.