Trapped in a Bomb
My phone rang at 4a.m.,
I could hear in your voice the intoxication,
we talked about god and the scene
how we both like to drift in and out of the drink
I told him everything is going to be ok
that's so hard to believe
I got this far so I'll wait for an end
I'm so afraid I just don't have the courage
I wish you could have seen the journey ahead
but unstable hearts, yeah I understand
I hope that you know that we all miss you every day.
It's so hard to stare at a grave
I will bring you whiskey in the winter
& flowers in the spring and in summer anything
Trapped in a moment trapped in a song
Trapped in a body trapped in a bomb
we are all trapped in bombs
we profit over people