I can remember how I drove every day
To see you
Even though you couldn’t see me
It’s nice to know that meant nothing

I’d listen to the album you bought me
On the way
Just because it made me feel a little better
And maybe none of it meant anything

I prayed so hard every night for your pain
To go away
 . . . What can I say?
It’s nice to know that it all meant nothing

Four Minutes, the song still rings in my head
It would haunt me every time I laid down in my bed
Four Minutes, the song still gives me shivers
Even as the feelings that they were wither
Four Minutes, sometimes I feel like going home
And you swear you’ll never let things go by again

I can remember how I left you when you needed me most
Guess you didn’t hear my voice over the hum
Of the respirator . . .

Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife, two cats, and a dog.