Watch a line on a screen*
Watch me fade I’m fast asleep,
Watching a number drop too low.
Close the wounds, shut the door, I can’t help you anymore.
I’ll drive fast, but you’re dying faster.
And you’ll keep us guessing way into the morning.
Your life is an off switch away.
Am I going to get out?
It’s not safe here for me.
I could practice this every day, but hurricanes they make things change.
Eyes have died; blood has dried on him.
Close the wounds shut the door I can’t help you anymore.
I’ll drive fast, but you’re dying faster.
There’s not very long to go now.
I wish there was more that I could do for you now.

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