6 On a Saturday Morning

She kicked our bucket on the way out
As she step from the steps to the streets
Maybe she knows the way to Heaven
And she wants to get a head start
There’s no one she trusts out here
To be spend another with them
WIth herself, with anyone
So what else can you do
On a lonely night with your devices
But make use of them?

6 on a Saturday morning
Where does the daylight come from?
I can’t find myself in bed
Cause I lost myself
Where I see nothing
I promised her the whole world
Yet I didn’t keep her alive
Should I call myself a killer
Or the victim of a victim?
It’s only 6 am
Where does the rest of the day go?

-Copyright 2008: Carter Tachikawa

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