Carcass
Thomas Nielsen
You bore down upon me as a car to a squirrel.
I’m still here lying on the side of the road,
and you’ve crossed into Pennsylvania.
At least I have the flies to keep me company!
Sometimes I think I’m in love with you.
Sometimes I don’t know if I can fall in love.
But if you need me, I’m a phone call away,
I’m not upset about the whole car thing.
I’m still here on the side of the road,
My carcass feeling the first chill of autumn.
When you’re dying there’s nothing left to do.
I can’t tell if that’s hell or heaven.
But anyway, I’m still here on the side of the road,
And you’re miles and miles and miles away
And I miss you even though you hit me with your sedan,
And the leaves are starting to change,
And the flies aren’t good company anyway.
So don’t be a stranger,
And I’ll still pick up if you call,
And some days are easy and some are hard,
really hard,
But I’m still here on the side of the road,
And I’m not getting any younger.
Just ask the flies!