Tired of hearing all the same shit on the radio,
As you were drawing picture on the window,
We watched the smoke dance in the light,
We drove through town all night,
It wasn't easy for me to say goodbye,
And lord knows that I, will miss your smile,
You made the final cut,
Fade to black and roll the credits,
Suffer no longer, and don't be afraid,
I'll see you again my friend, on brighter days,
If I could have saved you I swear I would have,
Taken that cold steel dagger up to my throat,
And baptized you in my blood with one final stroke.
©jonharris7
J