Shedding every memory in the ashtray
As I stumble over your name
Is it fate or a festering
I wonder quietly
Though you feel so uniquely
Comforting to me
Driving aimlessly from the back seat
Leather parching in the sun
Load the gun squeeze it gently
Bravery or greed
Carve your name ever deeper
In my sleep
If I knew better than I do
I wouldn't keep it to myself
I'm so happy to live
With what I used to live without
Bluebird on the window broken wing
You're so quiet in the sun
Is it fate or disease
That's brought you here to me
You can cry to me on empty
You can breathe using my lungs