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Another Hit and Run
mishambootie

The night is young
 1
like our lives.
 2
The cold hits the skin, like knives,
 3
the way your cold words hit my heart.
 4
I should have known.
 5
 
 
The one thing I despise
 6
is how I could not realize
 7
you were a lie from the start.
 8
I should have known.
 9
 
 
But that night when the news came
 10
I was in the middle of the highway.
 11
My body lay mangled on the ground,
 12
and still your voice couldn't make a sound.
 13
 
 
I drown in seas from rained regret,
 14
yet still I can't forget
 15
the way it felt to feel your hug.
 16
I should have known.
 17
 
 
Now the only music I can hear
 18
is your silence deafening my ears.
 19
Why did I have to fall in love?
 20
Why'd I have to fall in love? (I should have known.)
 21
 
 
But, that night when the news came
 22
I was in the middle of the highway.
 23
My body lay naked under your car,
 24
and still no sign of where you are.
 25
 
 
Then, when you finally see me,
 26
you find a bridge to dump my body.
 27
The salty sea burns my wounded heart
 28
as you get back into your car.
 29
Now still I'm sinking slowly-
 30
still hoping you will hold me.
 31
Silly me thinking you would care,
 32
for you were never there.
 33

19 Mar 07


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