Guess I was wrong to think that the world would stop without you
The crowded streets, confirmed, as I looked out the window, in a cab to the airport
Re-checked in my mind if I'd kept all my bags in the trunk,
If only, with all our baggage, we were aware ofThe driver gently applied the brakes, as the light turned red
Making me remember how we got to a point where we were going nowhere
Guess we should've applied the brakes, instead of turning off our car
But I don't think with all those red flags we would've gone farThe color changed, the driver hit the gas, and we continued our ride
But after a few minutes, we took a halt, to fill the gas.
Wish we had done the same
But instead of refueling us, we added fuel to the flamesThe ride continued but we were met by another crossing
This time the driver slowed the cab down as the light turned orange
When after a few seconds the light turned green, people continued with their busy life on the crowded street
But we're still standing where we used to beNot letting it go
Not letting it stay
But we took separate turns that took us separate waysWe're still healing
We're still haunted
Guess our traffic lights are still orange
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