We were almost killed on the Freeway
My Father slammed on his breaks
I heard my Mother gasp
and brace herself
I was almost killed in the water
I kept my palms flat and far
I kept my feet on the salty tar
and wept
I've been known to have my fair share
of self-pity
and equity
No, he didn't keep
No, I didn't sleep
At all
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
We were almost killed on the Freeway
My Father slammed on his breaks
I heard my Mother gasp
and brace herself
I was almost killed in the water
I kept my palms flat and far
I kept my feet on the salty tar
and wept
I've been known to have my fair share
of self-pity
and equity
No, he didn't keep
No, I didn't sleep
At all
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