I used to drive on back roads
contemplating ways to wreck
I wanted the perfect crash
I tried swerving into a ditch
but only the tires were hurt
I tried hitting a tree
and I thought surely this is it because the car flipped
but again I was still alive
I’ve even taken the seatbelt off
thinking that would entice Death
I would close my eyes 
ready for the Reaper to steal me
all of this is done in vain
I never feel pain
my last thought was to use drugs to seal the deal
still I walked away only bruised
seems my stubborn heart won't let me die
it's holding on to hope
will I ever give up?

so here I am
driving again
contemplating death
maybe I could drive in the opposite lane
but I would still fail
for my plans are to no avail
like a cat, I seem to have nine lives
and I am only on number six
I look up at my rearview mirror
and your face appears

You are worth my last three chances, My Dear.

03/05/2005