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my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white.
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone.

now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough.
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets.

i hope that i will never let you down.
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares.
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right.
i know that there's a difference between slight of hand, and giving everything you have.
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it.

The Artist In The Ambulance by Thrice

Description: This picture was taken earlier today. The blurryness is intentional. There really is no description needed besides that.

Description

my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white.
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone.

now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough.
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets.

i hope that i will never let you down.
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares.
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right.
i know that there's a difference between slight of hand, and giving everything you have.
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it.

The Artist In The Ambulance by Thrice

Description: This picture was taken earlier today. The blurryness is intentional. There really is no description needed besides that.