Trauma Medicine

Police cars round in circles
The silence gathering
You never know what’s next down here
Close your eyes and shut your mouth

And I know I won’t last forever
Too young to die and too old
To believe in
Promises

The ambulance is singing
To streetcars in the rain
Like barracuda waiting
For the guns down in the hood 

But this ain’t no West Side Story
And the curtain’s comin’ down on me
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Too young to die and too old
To believe in
Promises

It’s all sound and all fury
It’s all reach and no touch
It’s all life’s cold bravado
All grown up and old so fast 

Too young to die and too old
I’m too young to die and too old
To believe in
Promises 

Promises by Amanda Marshall

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