That Stretch Of Highway

Place yourself in my skin

Desperate for the one who kept you whole

As I tore myself to pieces

And threw them out the window

There was no chance of picking them back up

The moonlight seeping through

Isn't half as bad as the sunlight illustrating you

The numbers on the clock will merge together

To create a loop of neverending hell

Months ago I died

Now the rest is just a car ride

Back into my grave

I'm coming home

On that stretch of highway

As ghosts line the road

On either side of my window

But what scares me the most

It the one right next to me

The empty back seat

Place yourself in my shoes

Barely hanging on to what is real

Because fiction seems much better at this point in time

So why not act like I can choose what happens next?

All the road lines and road signs

No longer mean a thing

They've been covered up with cloudy visions

Of the past

Months ago I died

Now the rest is just a car ride

Back into my grave

I'm coming home

On that stretch of highway

As ghosts line the road

On either side of my window

But what scares me the most

It the one right next to me

The empty back seat