Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I`m lovesick.
Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We`ll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we`re over it, under it,
screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I`ve done it again.
Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I`m lonesome.
God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.
[P.S. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]