White Headlight
Shines on my face
I'm nowhere
To be found
Selfish war
Going on inside
Faces start
To look alike
I'm shaking the steering wheel again
And I can't close in on my home for tonight
Sing myself to sleep but forget
That I said I wouldn't do this right?
I think of the future
What's to come
Don't look now but
He carries a gun
A shortsighted writer
Who hasn't a clue
How to write the beginning
For an end that he knew
To me he's a nice man
But he'll follow me home
To call me a liar
And to call me his own
His gun on the table
With a menacing eye
Couldn't scare me like he does
When he watches me cry
But I know it's perfect
And it won't be long
Before I do what he does
I'll follow him home
I'll sit on his table
With one eye more
And laugh as his tears fall
And walk out the door
I'll smile and stare down
To see where I stand
And it won't surprise me
To see
His face again