A Poem

I didn't write this. 007 did.

so things are different, unfamiliar is apparent

so tell me whats new, cause i ain't got a fucking clue. I guess i wasn't the one, i must have been the bullet in the gun, that shot through you and never left a mark. Just leave it to me, to let things "be", still and silent..fucked and forgotten.

Cause thats what i am best at, afterall.

So now, get in the car..where i can drive way too far, pull over and dream turn up the music and just fucking scream..Stay'n out until dawn, 'till i can finally move on, to a differnt nite a whole new moon..face it baby, we left the game way to...soon.