I was on my way to heaven when you died. I was racing up the express lane, I was cheating HOV. Lanes. I made it to the gat in record timing. I quickly threw my hazards on, no bother finding parking.
Yeah!. Last Friday night I wasn't me. I was a still life trapped in eternity. I was the focal point of a focus out of ink. . And I've been wandering and I live through the garden of your heart ache.