Moms last words were don’t stay out too late
But I still go to this party, and everything was great
It was just like any other Friday night before
What my mom had said, I decided to ignore
The music was loud and the house was hot
Through the crowd, to get outside, I fought
Way too many people, it was uncomfortable to me
Outside, alone, in the dark, is where I would rather be
I get real comfy, in the grass, all alone
If only then I would have known
Someone touched my hand, I almost screamed
This is like something in a horrible dream
A hand over my mouth, oh god, please stop
Then I hear a loud sharp pop
A quick short pain then there’s nothing else I feel
I got shot, but nothing that will heal
At 12:17 a.m. I should have already been home
Instead I’m sprawled out next to a garden gnome
Why didn’t I, just this once, listen to mom?
Because of my ignorance, my life wasn’t very long |
