call me out from the back of a napkin
lipstick lips say the words to an ill fated question
ask me where our memory betrayed us,
and i'll reply that i dont quite recall.
flash back to the setting of the scene
it was cold that winter day.
there were leaves on the ground,
there was snow falling down,
and after that, it all fades to gray.

flash now to the sight of the road ahead
it's dark, and you'd never know
there was a little furry rabbit round the bend
hopping to his wonderland hole

cut the tape and paste it back
to the auditory track
try and record the overdub
but you can never line it up.
there's a tiny little gap
between the picture and the sound
because the tiny little rabbit
couldnt make it to the ground

flash now to the pavement back behind
laying there as roadkill
are the splinters of the mind
i think that somewhere back there
we were trying to explore
we tried to reach the road
but we never hit the floor

call me out from the back of a napkin
your lipstick shade decieves me at the moment
the winter day where our lines were slowly blurred
right before the carcrash you said
something but your speech was slurred.

flash now to the chopper overhead
the photographs they take tell the tale, but instead
of me and you, we are bodies one and two
they are asking who we were
they think they know, but they're not sure.
they knew we were alive
and now that we are dead
they want to write this story
but it will never be read

flash back to now.

04/07/2004

Author's Note: a song i wrote yesterday. yep.

Posted on 04/08/2004
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