The red lights stop me,
like a bullet to the heart.
It never fails that a second too long will stray my mind straight to you. I can tell you like her, you probably love her.
At 2am, my heart can't handle a thought so shilling. The radio repeats,
"I'm afraid you're going to slip away", It hits home and I take another hit, As a shed one more tear, before I smile and say, "Happy New Year."