It’s two am but I’ve been tired since five
I drive and drive, finally there’s a diner on the right
The parking lot is gravel and the door needs grease
Two eggs sunny side up, extra cream for the coffee please
I eat like it’s my last, but it goes down like wax
and there’s a pit in my stomach I’m scared to fall in
Why was there a gun, why was he there, did I kill him
questions with answers I know don’t matter now
But if I could turn around and drive back
if I could just come home, one last time to a house
with just her waiting, with our love still whole
and I cry, now a child at forty-four
A killer married to a whore
When she comes back for the check
I think about surrendering myself right then and there
but fear grips me deep and I choke
I’m happy I never had a son, to see what I’ve become
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