 | Crash |
I’m a mile away from your bedroom door
I wanted to get close, but I can’t go anymore
There’s caution tape around the 1 mile radius
of the crash site that claimed the life of one of us
How vividly I can remember the events of that day
And I thought that we both escaped unscathed
But the next morning the newspapers read
“Fatal accident leaves 1 man dead.”
Maybe if I duck under the tape
And slowly get closer to where I met fate
I’d still find my heart slowly beating and clinging to life
And I could call the paramedics, and give it CPR
Or drive it to the hospital myself if it wasn’t too far
Where they would get the crash cart, screaming “we’ve still got a chance”
One more chance to revive the romance
Between a guy who loved a girl more than he should have
Between a girl and a guy who did less than he could have
To save himself from dying in a unforeseen accident
But he didn’t, and the doctors will say they can’t
Because taking the heart away from where it was
Closer to your heart, and your rushing blood
Was what was keeping it alive, and I never knew
Your heart was keeping mine alive too.
So I’ll stay here, pumping gas in my car
My body facing your direction from afar
And I’m trying to look through all of these houses and trees
Virtually flying, imagining everything in transparency
Until I reach your bedroom, where I’ll stop and knock
And maybe you’ll answer and maybe you’ll not
Maybe your music is too loud, and you’d never hear
The sound of my heart beating, no matter how near.
I snap back to my car as the handle finishes pumping
Deep breath in, and I get a small hint of something
Besides the gasoline, there’s something else in the air
Something that reminds me of the smell of your hair
Back in my car, back on the highway I drive
Never knowing if I’m dead, or just barely alive
And as I pass the road to your place
I’m the only one turning my face
Away from the site of that terrible crash
Where wreckage is being hauled away as trash
The wreckage of what I was trying to build
But I never got to finish before I was killed.
And maybe next time I come down this way
A new structure will stand in its place
Built by a man, whose blue prints you approved
Or maybe, once all the wreckage is removed
A memorial will be built in remembrance of me
And when it’s done, the newspapers will read
“Woman builds memorial for lover lost in fatal accident.”
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