Chet Striker

Fear can bite by Chet Striker

Got Fuzzy dice in hand *oow oow* And a Dashboard bobble friend *oow oow* The Dollar store just rules *oow oow* We were leaving In a couple days, we will be gone In a couple days *woo* I don't like this town *oow oow* Gotta get out before I drown *oow oow* Life can be so cruel *oow oow* As we load up the car *oow oow* Everything went wrong *oow oow* Like a country music song *oow oow* My job had fell right through *oow oow* I won't be able to move So in a couple of days, you will be gone In a couple of days *woo*, it'll fall apart You'll take your hope, you'll go full steam, you'll live your cinematic dream I don't want for you to go You'll take your hope, you'll go full steam, you'll live your cinematic dream I know you're still gonna go But before you go *Pick up your phone* I wanted you to know *Pick up your phone* I don't want you to go *Won't you Pick up the phone* But you're on the road *oh oh* But you're on the road *oh oh* You're already on the road *oh oh* You're already on the road *oh oh*

We were texting back and forth for awhile. You were witty with a sexy toothy smile. But before the green could hit the light, you said the timings just not right. You said maybe, we should just be friends. I was weary, but you seemed sincere not pretend. But when we hung out in real life *real life*, I guess I felt internal strife. You said we should be friends, maybe we could be friends. *background oows* You said we should be friends, yeah lets be friends. *background oows* You were sweet, like an ice-cream to my brain, like straining water, it's not something that one can retain. But as I felt I wanted more *and more*, there'd be no prize behind that door. My ice-cream friend, my ice-cream friend, my ice-cream friend, my ice-cream... *bckground oohs* Guitar: This one is hard to remember, but... something like: Picking A chord and moving b string from 2nd to third fret and opening, then E2,G2,B2 and slide b string from 2 to 3 and open. A2,G1 then then add and slide b3 to b2. G2 and B3, G2 High E2, G2 and B2.

I heard you left a message on your mother's phone. I know you were freaking out when you stormed out of my home. Was it quick and painless when you wrapped the car around that pole. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. As people try and tell me, that there's no way that I could have known. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. I'll have to live with that, those hurtful words would be the last you'd know. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. As people try and tell me, that there's no way that I could have known. And there's no rectifying, things got out of control. And there's no justifying, guilt requires a toll. And it was horrifying. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. As people try and tell me, that there's no way that I could have known. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. I'll have to live with that, those hurtful words would be the last you'd know. I didn't mean to when I lashed out from before. As people try and tell me, that there's no way that I could have known.

I had something and then just nothing But it wasn't lost on me So I got to work and built a time machine. I could use this time to go back when and see if I could start again You know I sucked at life So I'd try it on repeat But I was the same old piece of shit that I used to be. The only thing not factored here was me. Oh and have you ever gotten closer, or bettered yourself or felt some closure. She said, not at all and I think you really need to see. You're just the ol' piece of shit that you used to be. And that's nothing you fix with a time machine.

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