pacing the freeway with my heart on your sleeve waiting 
for headlights to appearhoping your last breath comes 
soon wings open and the dark angel falls from the sky, 
come to take you home blackened sky and you think it's 
time; cowering before your messenger, you said 'this 
might take some time, i'll see you in a few years.' 
friendship must not be on your mind; friendship must not 
be in your vocabulary, because you're not trying.