I walked down
Through the burning cars
Along your street
I sat and wrote
Your name with my finger
On the concrete
Your voice was still
And crisp in my ear
My dads a cop,
So youd better get out of here
I turned down
A familiar street
And the houses swayed
I remembered
Walking with you
And suddenly i felt afraid
You stood your feet
In the drain and said
when you yell i die
And the implications hurt my head
And so the cops found me
That night in the park
I was drunk and tripping through the dark
I'd carved a tree
With your name and mine
And the sentiment of cheap red wine

INVIA LE CORREZIONI