Tread marks and tire tracks,
Shattered hearts and broken glass
On a county road that leads to nowhere
Like the seasons come and pass
You were taken way too fast
The smell of sadness fills the winter air
I’m counting every breath I see in the cold
Replaying every story you ever told
I wish I could hear them one more time
I’m trying so hard to be fine
But I wish it didn’t have to be this way
Tattoos, booze and cigarettes,
I’ll take whatever I can get
To try to cope with all this fucking pain.
It seems I never will forget
The place you took your final breath
Stuck in my head, playing over and over again.
I talked with you til the sun went down
I could feel your spirit all around.
On the sign I wrote “I Love You, Skye.
Rest In Punk Rawk Paradise”
It was February 28th,
We lost you on 3148.
That county road will never be the same..
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