10:48 pm / 24.10.04
alone in a silent night
the eyes spy into tinted glass
and with women wearing heels
we steer accross streets filled with sluggish drivers.
shattered glass twinkles on the roadside
akward moments compile and we laugh it off.
the women stare at your vibrantly blondeish hair.
i recall a night when we all got along
drinking rolling rock in a closet
a night when my phone didn't ring
and we laughed when we each called home
ignoring the alcohol on our tongues.
and the glass on the road shines so bright
that i can't hear.
can't see the ladies starring in at me.
if you were run over would you die?
would you let yourself be destroyed?