It was three o'clock in the morning
Out of a comatose sleep I was awaken
By a phone call
Death was on the line
I didnt want to talk her at the time
But she kept speaking of how uspet she was
With her sorrowful life
So I sat up and began to comfort her
I couldnt quite understand her meaning
But for some reason I hung on every word
And for as long as we spoke
I had realized at one point
The darkness of the sky
Was supposed to turn light
I had noticed the reason it didn't
Is because
I just lost my life.
That bitch.
