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Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Story 2 |
Godsmack is how the wind feels |
On the face of Mike Winfield |
On his way home from the bar where he works |
Nights—the worst nights, don’t nobody tip right |
And between the marriage offers and the fist fights |
And if another motherfucker touch his wrist |
Trying to pull him in to whisper |
He ain’t making it to midnight |
Don’t they know he got a lighter in his pocket |
A matchbook in his sock |
And a block full of charred skeletons |
Closeted, begging to get out |
He paused cause he’s scared of airing out the thoughts |
He can taste it in his mouth, the sulfur and bitter carbon |
Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no |
That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know |
He has never told, well except Ronald |
But that don’t count, he was sweet and exactly |
What he needed him to be at the time |
Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime |
Why had he not called Ron back? |
Guess there just wasn’t a spark, ha! |
No, no, musn’t joke about these things |
Wouldn’t want to disappoint Doc Clark |
So many hours on the couch |
So many buried memories that take |
So many tears to get them out |
Water hadn’t never been a friend |
Hold up—where had he seen that car before? |
Blue Acura, dent on the left rear fender |
Back again the sense of déjà vu |
Strange things you |
Never shake when you wake up in recovery |
But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head |
'Cause it’s raining from the sky |
Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply |
What the fuck? |
Where is the babysitter that he overpays? |
Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged |
Michael is running, his house is three blocks away |
Adrenaline compensating for change in age |
Since the last time that he ran it, god dammit |
Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can |
Looks up in the sky, glow’s familiar |
Knows those families died with similar |
Awnings and on and on he keeps going |
Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion |
Screams come from the house, «Did you get them out?» |
Mike asking the crowd that has gathered 'round |
Tears running down his face |
There’s that familiar taste |
He wishes it would take him to another place |
Son and his baby girl in his home and he can’t believe |
That it’s gone in a cloud of smoke |
And he’s choking and running forward |
And hoping against hope that he might find them alive and well |
But he knows the results too well |
And he knows that he fooled himself |
Then he keeps walking towards the house |
Rather what house is still left |
No intention of stopping, letting the smoke take his breath |
Some strong arm knocks him aside |
Mike falls to the ground and cries |
Why won’t you just let me die? |
Why won’t you just let me die? |