My Car Slides

My car slides

My last words are:

'Help. Mother I'm...'

My car slides

I wait for cold

A fear of the dark

My car slides

And I pray to

Things I've not seen

Here am I

Sad and lonely

Here am I

Quite by chance I slide

My car slides

The radio plays

'Heaven...' something

My car slides

This quiet night

Time plays slow tricks

My car slides

My clock runs down

Tick tock tick...

Here am I

Sad and lonely

Here am I

Quite by chance I slide

Version2

Now there's a girl outside my door

She's raw pink shame

She makes love as the machines play

Sound effects of mayhem

She disconnects my own heart at times

The cure comes next

Here am I

Sad and lonely

Here am I

Quite by chance I slide

She has the problem of need

Not conversation

She can only whisper such things

Like 'I tear inside'

She's like a gangster in drag I knew

Skin like china.

Here am I

Sad and lonely

Here am I

Quite by chance I slide