How To Die At Peace

should have been home hours ago

but the sudden rainstorm threw my nose off course

i watch the water pooling on the concrete floor

the city surface scraping my bare feet has made them sore

the cars are blurs, theyre hard to see

all moving forward, gaining speed

ill try to dodge them if i can

but with my luck its a slim chance

and then i slipped under the traffic lights

with swerving sounds and smoke so white

try not to panic but im lost beneath

the constant stir of their machines

my bodys laying in a heap

crumpled on the curb, safe from the street

the rain is washing blood out from my damaged self

the drivers pass and justify their thoughts; oh they cant help

but i dont take it personal

we all need to get back where were from

and i wont matter when im gone

just turn back into dust before too long

and then i slipped under the traffic lights

with swerving sounds and smoke so white

try not to panic but im lost beneath

the constant stir of their machines

no, i wont matter when im gone

just turn back into dust before too long