My Car Slides

My car slides
My last words are:
'Help. Mother I'm...'

My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark

My car slides
And I pray to
Things I've not seen

Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide

My car slides
The radio plays
'Heaven...' something

My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks

My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...

Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide

Version2
Now there's a girl outside my door
She's raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my own heart at times
The cure comes next

Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide

She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like 'I tear inside'
She's like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china.

Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide