Screaming

Am I the deer?

Am I the headlights?

I know that I can't slow down

Everything fractures in the light

And I stand by watching it turn

And we used to laugh

At the broken glass

I should probably paper over all the cracks

Took a photograph

Of the aftermath

I should probably look less fondly on the past

Silent screaming

At the ceiling

Wondering when I lost heart

And time's been stealing

All my dreams and

I no longer look the part

And we used to laugh

At the broken glass

I should probably paper over all the cracks

Took a photograph

Of the aftermath

I should probably look less fondly on the past

Am I the butcher?

Am I the knife

If I don't know what all this is for?

I used to read myself to death

But I don't see the point anymore

Silent screaming

At the ceiling

Wondering when I lost heart

And time's been stealing

All my dreams and

I no longer look the part

And we used to laugh

At the broken glass

I should probably paper over all the cracks

Took a photograph

Of the aftermath

I should probably look less fondly on the past

On the past

Am I the deer?

Am I the headlights?

I know that I can't slow down