It had been months since we crashed and I was still finding pieces of glass in my forehead, under the skin like pieces of you were buried in The last thing that can I remember was that icy road last December You were saying that you had had enough and I was screaming at you to shut up and then the next thing that I knew I was crying, waking up next to you Snow coming through the windshield and our car in laying in that cornfield I saw your body slumped in the moonlight and then I asked if you were alright Shook your arm and grabbed your head blood on your face, eyes stared straight ahead I will never forget that in that moment tragically overwhelming and potent That I realized you weren't here anymore now I sit crying on my bedroom floor running my hands over my scarred skin wondering if I should leave that glass in