Just a little late...

I found god
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I Said where you been, he said ask anything
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

In the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

Early morning, City breaks
I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Where were you where were you

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

Why’d you have to wait?
To find me, to find me

Today, I had an extremely cruel and possibly taken by some, sadistic, idea to do with this song.

And this image.

Imagine if you did it.

And you left this song playing where you ended it all?

Imagine the torture that would do to whoever found you?

They'd blame themself.

They'd never be the same again, no matter who it was.

And you could even contact someone you loath to meet you at the place you did it,

So that they would find you.

So that they would forever be tormented, even if they hated you too.

It would weigh down anybodies shoulders.

And I oddly thought up this idea quite enthusiastically, basking in the fact that it would continue to torment that person for the rest of their life.

Whenever they heard the song they'd probably break down.

I really am an evil, sadistic soul aren't I?

But I guess we should all know that by now.