road lines, brake lights, and stop signs   these broken streetlamps we missed as we sped by   the subtle hints, the screaming tires   a car crash as the night screams its cry   don't laugh but don't cry   it's funny how nothing's funny at all   we spent the night   with the yellow of the lines   the road told its story    and the streets took our lives   and threw them away   for the taste of crushed metal   and our bleeding hearts   that cried for her return   but she's not coming back tonight