2004-02-07, 1:38 p.m.
I'm shiftin gears, through all the days that he felt better before. And all we can hear are shots in the dark. As this boy keeps praying for a stray bullet to hit it's mark (her heart). And all her wishes won't make two hearts add up to one. Won't stop this knot from coming undone.
He says his words, will make her bury her face as she lays on the floor. Cause she's not the type of girl he's looking for. And it's true, he should feel like he's higher than he's ever been before, because some days he flies, and some days he soars.
Because empty promises and half hearted truths just won't cut it anymore, because every passing day he's looking for
something new,
something incredible,
something more.
And if not today then will he have the courage tomorrow? the next week? a few months down the road? To take a look around, and realize it's him, face buried, and lying on the ground.
I'd like to think so, but some days, today, it seems it's fear that's come knocking on his door. So when he plays you this tune, on a two string guitar, I hope you remember, the last song he'll sing as I'm driving my car.