parking garage, the car is running.
inhaling the fumes, i think about it.
i mean, there's a sign saying 'shut up and drive',
i think that they misspelled 'die.'
but it's a silent day, the lot is
eerie, the top level is chilled with a wind.
the day blends to night, the fumes still rise
and i'm still sitting here,
in this garage- the car is running.

tonight is toxic,
tonight, i'll cut the stars out of the sky.
they were written there for you,
but i've erased them for myself.
tonight, i'll cut out the sky-
for you. make you satisfied,
you always needed more.
but where you're empty,
i will shine;

and this car, with the cutesy bumper sticker
it drives away- but i've cut out on that, too.
in the distance, in a forest fire of red tail light,
i can see the words,
shut up and drive

and i guess it was you.

10/02/2003

Posted on 10/02/2003
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