Shot

Did everything I was told to
So give me your silver star
You can have it back in the morning
When I shoot up in your car

Reprimand the stop sign
Foot upon the gas
There I stare with two blank eyes
Delusions of the past

Said that you would meet me there
In the February cold.
Waiting, contemplating,
No thought could be so bold.

Maybe you've forgotten
The sun begins to rise
(And as I sit) the world is shit
You strike me with surprise.

Should've met you 'round the corner
Should've met you down the street;
Should not have seen your blood drip down
To a puddle beneath your feet.

(And as I rise) to hold you,
Scream so silently...
Legs go numb as Nothing comes
You're sinking to your knees.

Lost inside emotion.
Trapped in reverie.
Cannot escape, this is our fate,
No waking from the dream.