When you nearly lose yourself in the excitement of the swerve,
When you stagger darkly in your search for someone new to serve,
When you suck in a cigarrette, to calm your frightened nerves,
What do I deserve?
When you worry all the world outside the retching of your wake,
When you realize you've fought my eyes to make the same mistake,
When you've taken little time to guess what's hidden 'round the curve,
What do I deserve?
When even now your manner causes thunderheads of hurt,
When in the rain you feel the stains, not parting from your shirt,
When, sprinting towards a solid wall, you draw it out with verve,
What do I deserve?
What can I deserve?
When you finally have found the path, but really it found you,
When you when you learn of love, and life, and truth, not meaning to be true,
When you find it much more simple to never need to swerve,
What do I deserve?
What could I deserve?
