• Its..
    Like..
    Walking on eggshells,
    Ever-y day...

    Just..
    Like..
    Listening to them as they,
    Crack, n' fade...

    And tho some people say they're 'Sorry",
    And tho some others just ignore,
    You know that gazing at nights, so starry,
    Won't end your guilt at letting her walk out that door,

    So, Just let me tell you that...
    Its..
    Like..
    Dreaming a dream,
    In a world so fair...

    Just..
    Like..
    Remembering happiness,
    Crack, n' fade...

    And tho you know that car wasn't your fault,
    Or how fast that she was driving,
    You still feel guilt for not doing something smart like putting out salt,
    Because if you had, her life might be thriving,
    Not lying in a morgue, But in a college dorm.