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Fuck You, I'm Iller
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IP:
Street lights
A night of tossing and turning...
...almost absent of sleep
Nerves upturned knowing in the morning
...he will finally drop to the single knee
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Morning brings nerves as James tries to perfect the words to say
Hoping her reply will bring forth such an unforgettable day
Cant help but to smile from ear to ear as he pictures the reaction
But the nerves raise his hearbeat to the point he has to push it back in
Prepares for the task at hand trying to look perfect but time crawls
Seems like miles go by trying to get to the ride at the end of the apartment halls
Emotions constantly slip and fall, but in the heart James must be right
Finally reaches the car, checks the mirrors...
... and once again replays those words he has in store for tonight
Praparations fall into place, pictures her face at the sight of the rock
Reflects on the love thats formed from sleepless nights with soulful talk
Almost to the intersection but cars have stopped, on Aurora and Shale
So hurried to call the cell to make a new time, but only got voice mail
Just a slight set back, she must be busy, maybe had to stay late
But no harm done, called Sage, and pushed back our dinner date
"Oh great" James thinks as firetrucks and ambulances rush by
Thinking why today had to be the day idiots tried to drive
Becoming worried, James gets voice mail again, followed by calls to Sage
Its sad how nerves can turn such a minute inconvenience to rage
30 minutes go by and for some reason James' stomach starts to sink
Cell rings, but its not the right tone. Instead the ID reads... Mercy Clinic
So he starts to think, I lost my father last week, did my mother go?
And as the phone approaches his ear James' stomach is now glued to the floor
"Hello" he says with an uneasy tone, hands shaking, almost dropping the phone
"I'm sorry inform you your brother Mark has just been hurt... his car - T-Boned
Tears begin to fall. "Is he ok?, how about the other car?, was anyone with him at all?
"He's already gone sir, and a girl - Carrie is still stuck, frame is still being sawed"
Could it be? Carrie? do they mean mine? It cant be!!! "Whats her last name?"
"Carrie Todd" "Oh god...... No... "Will she live?, Is she in pain?"
"I'm sorry sir, but word just came through, she isnt going to make it"
And at that moment, the realness of the whole stiuation began to hit
Senses overloaded, its like connection not meant to be started to spark
And then the phone drops, James looks up and honestly wishes he were Mark
Its doesnt make sense, but for some reason all the thoughts are in his head
But the one above all is his jealousy of the recently dead
Another 20 minutes, finally traffic begins to move again
But James stays still, fearing where he should have been
Too emotionally drained to put the foot on the gas
Cant believe
...he lost love so shortly after accepting it at last
Thoughts relax, but still knows life will be tough
Especially the thought of not getting to heaven soon enough
Throughout the years been through a bunch
But now is the time for to endure true fights
But its odd how a trip for lunch
Would put his emotions through the cycle of the street's traffic lights
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