Broken yoke in western sky
my stomach turned
my mouth went dry
I knew I'd never known fear before
I press my bones into the seat
took one last look at you next to me
I kicked open the sliding door
and I threw myself out
on torn flesh and broken bones
and on the shoulders patchy grass;
I faded into your past
I know it was a cowardly thing to do
and an explanation isn't an excuse
I just want to understand that
love is only a type of greed
of equal portions want and need
and you cannot divorce the two
and I could not sleep at all
with all the rumble strip close calls
in the gravel and scattered trash;
I faded into your past
when you think twice
you arrive at the same conclusion
it's bad advice only if you use it
Broken yoke in western sky
my stomach turned
my mouth went dry.
