amnesia hero

scrambling for the phone, screaming to a dial tone, couldn't get 3 digits down, before i had you out the door, i know your shaking, but the gas pedal is shackled to the floor, and in the back seat, fluttered poems of you imperfected, with stab wounds inflicted by, by the malicious intent of therapeutic inkfilled utensils, your lips trapped shut by the webs that you've spun, don't speak to me as if the blindfold, around your head were a halo, your apologies are bandaids for a hemophiliac, your eye's see not where we venture, nor the smile that this brings me, you're imprisoned in a constant state of tension, this morning i was as calm as a sheriff in a ghost town, but that's what happens when you cope with death, it's not warm enough for your heart to thaw out, and i don't think it ever will be, but i swear to god this will all be over soon, the red light up ahead serves, as a warning solely to those who wish to live, just the fact that i removed all the airbags shows, that my intentions are strong willed, and it's strange how tomorrow's diamonds in the street, will be this evenings razors across your face, when they find us they'll see your lipstick smeared, and rivers of mascara descending down your mangled cheeks, did you ever think a windshield, would be the last thing that you kissed, whats the deal with all the airline food?, i'll rid the world of you, but to survive and not recall the deed, i'm about to do would be worse than death itself, i'd let you finally point the finger at yourself, if i had kept the keys for the handcuffs, good bye, my life's not worth as, much as your death