I just had the
strangest day of my life
Worse than the last week with my first wife
I let
John borrow my truck
He said he needed to get some stuff
To pay some bills
No middle city, it's barely a town
For grace of pretty,
I'll bring you way down
He kept his hunting knife, titanium clipped, to a nylon belt,
sat high on his hip, for self -defense.
It was a regular morning, no red, black,
blue warnings, no nothing suspicious,
I didn't see the full gas
candy set in the sea
I just nodded and tossed him the keys
Did I see shaking in his hands?
Was he making darker plans than usual?
John had been clean
for over a year now
We all thought he was in the clear now
But it wasn't what I talked to him that day
It was a beast that never goes away
It sleeps in your brain
It was a regular morning
No red flag to warn
No nothing suspicious
Was I not paying attention?
Every
Sunday was another doomsday
He'd say,
last judgment's not far away
He talked of it evenly in his blood
He spoke of fire, he spoke of floods
That's how he was
Cause when I'm paying attention
John drove my truck down
to the square
Thought he would end it all right there
He took off his coat,
doused himself in gas
Slid his own throat,
climbed back into the cab
and lit the match