Re-Written

taxi cab confessions.
our car crash, of scrap metal memories.
repeat.
these city lights, broke out in a fire fight
our tongues became weapons
destroying all we held
in the frames hung up on the four walls
that now close in like a cage.
give me a second to set the story straight
we can still be saved.
well there's still time,
take the first street on the right
if i could only put this all behind her
I'd build a barricade
to keep our past at bay
and brace myself.
give me a second to set the story straight
we can still be saved.
our car crash of scrap metal memories
we can still be saved.
repeat.