Timothy

I lost some friends the past few years.
I gave most away, you were stolen from me.
If I'm the next one to go too soon
I've got a few things left I want to say.

I want to drive and never come home.
I want to lie and never be known as a liar as a thief
As a man who just grits his teeth through a forty hour week.

If you're the next one to go too soon,
Is there anything left you want to say?

Am I living this life or is this the flash before my dying eyes.