A Feedback Of Truckshop Poetry

Lagwagon

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