Lit From the Wrong End

You lit yourself from the wrong end

Sledding down a hill on the weekend

You didn't see the jump, still you got sent

You may feel like you cracked your spine

Knocking the wind out for the last time

But you'll remember it as the worst time

It don't feel the same, that's what you told me

It's like grasping for air when you hold me

There's not much to do, fold the laundry

There's not much to do now but fold the laundry