Jump - bulldog eyes

You walk tri-city sidewalks in a circle

Little parking lot lover, you hang and you hover

I’ll sleep next to your bed all through the springtime

Beneath bright red streetlights in sickly slow oceanside

Salvation is in clear view

(Oh the way…)

The sky over the highway whispers «come to me»

So smooth like the ocean but I’m dirty like a sewer line inside

I meticulously fantasize of suicide, I die 1,000 times

Inside my head and late at night I hear the wind

I feel the death blows by semi trucks

And I don’t give a shit about myself I want to jump

But then I think about my family

And the people that surround me and I.