Sitting in the backrow seat
Waiting for the man I'm supposed to meet
Looking out through the foggy glass
Hoping he hasnt passed
Going up to him
Acting just like that old friend
Taking him away
To what will become his grave
Looking at him with sadness on my face
Hoping he realizes my place
Knowing he knows what is about to come
When I bring out my gun
Pointing it at him
Taking a deep breath from within
Watching him fall to the ground
Blood is all around
Walking away
Knowing soon I will pay
Waiting for that sweet kiss of death
For life is too short, with all due respect