Two orange cones
Two white lights
I hear them talking to me
Through the starlight
Blink once at me
Shine evenly through
This cracked even pavement
Is a awful green stew
Black silhouettes watching me in the trees
My heart is what they clutch
In this awful cold breeze
Nicotine rush
Things that are said
Glowing at me the Memorial comes along
I still hear them screaming in my head
It's all wrong
It's almost time yet I'm so close to bed
I have to hold on
Freezing in my own dread
They told me to trust time
Yet it left me so bloody
Maybe that's what they're trying to tell me
I'm not meant for people
And people aren't meant for me
Why would I care
if they didn't want to stay?
