Vexed

A friendly conversation with a twinge of hesitation
Just a shoulder to cry on, another limb to rely on
Well that's enough, cuase it'll have to be
So forgive me if I'm lying, but I don't want you to see I'm dying
I saw this rode approaching but I drove on anyway hoping
This crash wouldn't be as bad as the last filled with glass
I won't utter a breathe above the words free floating behind my eyes
No I won't shed a tear or pretend that I'm not altogether there
Just close my eyes and hold on tight to the feelings that are left
And well that'll have to be enough because I'm just out of luck