late nite train
< 2003-06-04 - 4:18 p.m. >

watching my back after walking the streets

scared of the (could be) bloody outcome

walking down the stairs remember when...

my last (but first to mind) time for that was

when our night was great, friends in arms

waiting for the late nite train to take us

away but keep us together

a smile that could not be whiped away, that

seemed so everlasting, and now i dont see it,

i dont even see you, and we dont keep in

touch, and we write but not to each other

your not in my world and im not in yours

perhaps you should find me/ vice versa

perhaps i should leave you alone

maybe you remind me of that night

maybe you should grow your hair longer

maybe i should stop thinking and just call you

written by gavin brice

(originally on 2/6/2003)