i pulled over for a feedbag i thought of you it wasn t bad you had direction and drive and you arrived at closing time to find they wiped down the bar and they built you a bed laid your head to rest and left you try to true again you may be proud then as it was always wish for thought i would imagine you off maybe maye i see you again we could sit down and have a moment and talk about your suicide and i would put away your death if you could put away the dope and all our enemies well there s no time for you to know them any crooked mind disease but hopeless fools they will be missing you i pulled over for nostalgia i thought of suffering the joke no one delivered the punchline no resolution is here i couldn t sharpen the view and it s still drawn to you waiting on the new but then this story has no end as we continue driving