i pulled over for a teabag i thought of you,  it wasn't bad you had direction and drive  and you arrived at closing time  to find they wiped down the bar  and they built you a bed laid your head to rest  and left you try to true again  you maybe proud then as it was always wish  for thought i would imagine you off  maybe i could see you again  we could sit down and have a moment  and talk about your suicide  and i would put away your death  if you could put away the dope  and all our enemies,  well there's no time for you to know them  any crooked mind disease  but hopeless fools they will be missing you  i pulled over for nostalgia  i thought of suffering the joke  no one delivered the punchline  no resolution is here  i couldn't sharpen the view  and it's still drawn to you waiting  on the new but then this story  has no end as we continue driving