Glass Casket

I remember this feeling coming
over me, seeing the back of your car for the last time. It
felt great. I felt the shutter of your engine opening a gray world. I saw the back of your car. I'll scream to the
top of this town. I'll cry to the end of this water. When
do pleasant dreams arrive? When there is nothing left
dreaming for, don't become that nightmare. I can't take
this anymore. I can't take this scarlet paint and gasoline.