Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill
Kristoff Krane Lyrics

I sat, Cahoots Coffee Shop, quarter past seven
I was at Cahoots Coffee Shop, it was 7:15

Relaxed, he walked up, he said he ran out of gas
A man walked up to me and calmly explained that he had run out of gas

I said "What? Said you're stuck? Well let me help, I'd love to help"
I offered to assist the man with his predicament, happy to do so

He looked me dead into my eyes, and said that he'd do it himself
The man declined my offer and insisted on solving the problem himself, staring into my eyes as he did so

Okay, but if I may just take a peek into your car
I asked if I could look inside his car

I'd like to reassure myself that I can truly play a part
I wanted to make sure that I could actually be of assistance

It was as close to empty as I was to giving in
The man's gas tank was almost completely empty, as I was on the verge of giving up

I grabbed my wallet with my left, and with my right, I reached for his
I went to pay for the man's gas with my wallet, reaching for his car keys with my other hand

Wasn't sure how to feel or exactly what to think
I was unsure of how to react to the situation

All I could do was take it in and hope and pray he wouldn't take advantage of my weakness, call it that, there is no shame
I tried to be accepting of the situation, but couldn't help but feel vulnerable and hoping that the man wouldn't exploit it

I feel not bad for being kind, it's in my nature to regain
I don't regret being kind, as it's just in my nature to do so

That faith I had in human beings
The belief in the goodwill of others

right before he beat me up
Referring to a violent event that occurred after the interaction at the gas station

Drank up all my coffee, grabbed my cash, and stole my car
The man who I helped at the gas station proceeded to steal my belongings

Now, who's to blame for the war?
A rhetorical question questioning the causes of war

Was the price paid in full?
Asking if everything has been accounted for

Or, did the decisions I make do nothing but support the kill?
Questioning if my decisions indirectly contribute to war and violence in some way

Everyone I know is oppressed
Everyone I know faces struggles and hardships

Everyone I know causes pain
People I know inflict harm on others, intentionally or not

Everyone I know is depressed
People around me struggle with mental health issues

Everyone I know is afraid to stand naked
People I know are afraid to be vulnerable and exposed

Everyone I know, I invent
My experiences with others are influenced by my perceptions

Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill, hold still
A juxtaposition of beauty and ugliness, suggesting a sense of stillness or stagnation

Till the cold chill owns you, no will
A feeling of being overtaken by coldness or darkness, leaving little control

Go build, destroy what you won't build
Encouraging creation and destruction, but with a sense of indifference or apathy

No guilt, the choice is the whole feel
A lack of remorse or responsibility, with the choice being the ultimate feeling

Cherokee Park
A reference to a specific place

meditating, kicked in the face, I awoke
A violent event that caused me to regain consciousness

I was shook, I could finally taste pain
Feeling shaken and in pain after a traumatic event

Met the Devil's daughter, she was lost
An encounter with a person or entity that is seen as evil or negative, who is also lost or struggling

Claimed she never met her father and resented her mom, codename: God
The Devil's daughter expressed her disdain for her parents or family, and referred to her mother as God

"Look at me", I said. She shut her eyes, and said "Okay"
An exchange between me and the Devil's daughter, with her eventually agreeing to look at me

I opened mine back up, and somehow she had went away
The Devil's daughter disappeared when I opened my eyes

I considered accepting the chance that it was meant to be
Thinking about the possibility that the encounter was fated or destined

I was alone the whole time, because she let me be
Feeling isolated despite the encounter, as the Devil's daughter allowed me to be alone

Too deep to think it's empty, she actually meant well
The interaction was complex and not as simple as it initially appeared, with the Devil's daughter potentially having good intentions

Even though her effort led to Heaven, her head still reflected Hell
Despite potentially doing good, the Devil's daughter's mind was still troubled or dark

Any stranger from a block away could see her motives were in runes
Her intentions or motives were obvious to anyone who saw her, even from a distance

But either way, a cry for wolf is still a cry
A cry for help or attention, even if exaggerated or unfounded, is still a plea that should be taken seriously

I try to use the best of both worlds presented
Attempting to combine or utilize different perspectives or approaches

But I typically go overboard, abusing all perspective, a fool
Going too far or being excessive in my attempts to incorporate different viewpoints, which could be foolish

I was a slave to my habits that indeed create the waves, so you can try to save the planet, but...
Feeling trapped by my own habits or patterns that ultimately cause problems or conflicts, which could make attempts to improve the world futile