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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Four Years Dead

She walks these blocks and I see her all the time
Four damn years she used to be mine
We hardly nod as we pass on a dirty old street
She looks at her phone and I glare into concrete

Im ok
So don’t worry bout me Ive been dead for years

She runs around with a real fast crowd
Rowdy bunch of kids yeah they get real loud
I see them all the time under neon signs
If I’s dying in an hour I wouldn’t em ask the time

Im ok
Ive been dead for years

Straight four on the floor now that was my beat
That girls always been into a different sorta thing
Now don’t get me wrong yeah we had a good run
Times like these I wish we were still havin fun

But Im good
Ive been dead four years

Now I jump around always crossing the street
Stuck in same bars drinkin the same damn thing
And shes still a block away but it feels like miles
Now between our blocks nah there aint no smiles

Its just fine
Ive been dead for a while