The air is thin,
There's so many miles
Behind me. I barely feel
A smile inside me.
Why can't I be driving south?
I want to open this door so I
Just fall out.
But when you packed my car,
You went in the back and
Buckled up your heart.
Do you want me to drive away
With it? Now I understand why God
Died. The Demon's
Waiting on your porch.
Go ahead and light a make shift
Torch. When I left
He went in your room and
Stayed there for the night.
I felt chills in my bones,
The breath I saw is
Not mine. My skin wasn't
Made to play these games.
I saw them, torch in hand.
They laid out what they had
Planed. They can take my life,
Just not yours. The air is thin,
The jar you gave me a jar
With your hear in it. Do you
Want me to take it?
Well, now I know why God died.
Inspired by: A Car, A Torch, A Death by Twenty One Pilots
Hopefully not too plagiarized.
