A feedback of truckshop poetry

I pulled over for a teabag i thought of you, it wasn't bad you had direction and drive And you arrived at closing time to find They wiped down the bar and they built you a bed Laid your head to rest and left you try to true again You maybe proud then as it was always wish for thought I would imagine you off maybe I could see you again we could sit down and have a moment and talk about your suicide And i would put away your death if you could put away the dope and all our enemies, Well there's no time for you to know them Any crooked mind disease but hopeless fools They will be missing you i pulled over for nostalgia I thought of suffering the joke no one delivered the punchline No resolution is here i couldn't sharpen the view and it's still drawn to you waiting on the new But then this story has no end as we continue driving