Funny,

I've watched every episode of Bones.

Seen every blow, bludgeon, and brain.

 

And I flinch when the train comes.

 

I've seen seven seasons of Criminal Minds,

Every psychopath, slaying, and sleepless beat

 

And I can't watch an oncoming train.

 

I take it every day

But I have to look away

when it pulls into the station

Cuz there's always a chance

It might hit me...

 

It sceams bloody murder two stations down the line

And, shit, that's a reaper coming for my soul I

Can watch the Exorcist

With my lunch intact

So it's odd I can't face my fate

with tact in fact

It's sad.

 

I could watch you die any day any way

And I can't even glance at a passing reflection

Of New York's River Styx

It stings like I've been hit by a train.

 

And it has passed again.