Maynard Mill

road lines, brake lights, and stop signs
these broken streetlamps we missed as we sped by
the subtle hints, the screaming tires
a car crash as the night screams its cry
don't laugh but don't cry
it's funny how nothing's funny at all
we spent the night
with the yellow of the lines
the road told its story
and the streets took our lives
and threw them away
for the taste of crushed metal
and our bleeding hearts
that cried for her return
but she's not coming back tonight