Would I be mad?
How can I be mad? How can be disappointed? How can I, if you’re not here? Was it important? The text? You’d rather be on time than safe? Those 2, 3 seconds were costing, You wouldn’t know, They wouldn’t know either, The two in the other car. But the cars sat there, unmoving A new coat of paint on their broken form And still, you won’t know The one text caused more pain than you thought Your parents, their parents Your friends, their friends We all cried over our loss Our loss, caused by a text Your text But if you were here, Would I be mad? Would I be disappointed? Or would I just be glad you’re alive? I don’t know, I’ll never know.