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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 of
The 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 far
The 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 flames
The 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 be
Not letting it go Not letting it stay But we took separate turns that took us separate ways
We're still healing We're still haunted Guess our traffic lights are still orange
