This song was written on the 1000-day mark after being struck by a car in a traumatic life-changing fashion while riding my bicycle. The driver fled the scene and left me for dead. They were never found. I wrote this as an address to them on that day, and recorded it shortly after. It expresses my curiosities about them, along with some of my sentiments about the kind of person they are.
Lyrics
Have you spent a thousand mornings- wondering, do they find me out?
Or do you just wake feeling lucky, like you're invincible somehow?
If you ever told a single soul, where would you be now?
Still running away from it all, or somewhere else trying to live this down?
You know, I wrote you a letter- in case I ever knew you.
I've been keeping it with me, a thousand days now, since the ink's bled through.
And have you spent a thousand evenings, trying to justify your choice?
Can you drive on a dark highway, without hearing my screaming voice?
Did you forgive all your weakness, or does it eat away?
Maybe haunt you, leave you sleepless- holding onto guilt and shame?
You know, I wrote you a letter- in case I ever knew you.
And I've been keeping it with me, a thousand days now since the ink has bled through.
So did you ever get better? Or does this just stay buried with you?
Sometimes I wonder- if you'd even tried to?
And this isn't hope- and it's not forget.
And those days you stole- I'm not through em' yet.
But I need to cope- and you aren't helping it.
So if I let this go- say I'm finished with this.
Does it help you to know- while you're still running from it-
That I sit here alone, and if I'm struggling with it-
Breathing in slow, and it's not doing shit-
I can remember how you know- and it just has to sit...
It just has to sit... It just has to sit...
It just has to sit with you- that you're the worst kind of person there is...
So if a thousand dreams of yours- get interrupted by that day,
I hope there's a red light flashing, and like some coward you're driving away.
And then there's a knock at your front door, while you're hiding out some place-
And I'm standing there, with my cracked skull- blood dripping down my face.
Here, I wrote you this letter- in case I ever found you.
I've been keeping it with me- a thousand days now since the ink's bled through.