Dear Suicide

Driving a big lazy car
Up the highway in the night
There's a man in the backseat
He's been watching me all day
From west of Fort Worth
All the way across the state,
It's middle summer.

Well, he finally speaks
About an hour out of Lafayette
And whispers something about a girl
But her name, I forget.
Daybreak over Ponchatrain
Like a holocaust of wind,
Blows us around the lanes.

"Do you think you're lonely?
Do you think you're lonely, now?"

I guess he knows where I'm going to
Cause he ain't asked me a thing
He finally takes his coat off,
And leans across the seat.
He takes his dirty fingernails
All down the side of my face
And kisses the marks that reek of coal.

"Do you think you're lonely?
Do you think you're lonely, now?"

copyright 2005; NIel Brooks