You died and left me with a rotten present
The car you stepped in front of
took more than your life
it took everything I lived for
And I tried to join you in heaven
When they asked me why
I just said that I felt closer to you
when I was dying
Than I ever did in life
I've been writing poems about you lately
About that day, and what happened
but in the end you make it home
So I guess you wouldn't like them.