On my way home today, I drove up
The same bridge I have a hundred times
And I fantasized about pulling over, walking to the barrier
And seeing my reflection in the ice
I would appear as small and insignificant as I felt
I thought about bringing myself up over the barrier
That divided the bridge from a fall in attempt to rescue
The other me trapped under the ice
In my fall I would feel so light, so warm
I would have no regrets, no fear and above all things
I would be alone, floating along
I see the contrast and flaws in my own design
I close my eyes and make imagery in my head
The doors open and red floods the screen
And when I knock I know I'll be denied not once, but three times
When I drip, will you drink my blood?
Cuts never bandaged with much
(When you're alive, the possibility that it all might be finite
Is enough to lighten the mood sometimes
But when you're dead, and you realize that it's infinite
The boredom becomes intolerable)
Everything went black
I opened my eyes again to sirens
I found myself and the inside of my car soaked in blood
And I smiled