i'm stuck in traffic during a rain storm in the middle of the night and i'm subtly reminded of when you stopped holding my hand as much as you used to the cracks in the windshield remind me of us i cross another county line and i think it's just like you same place new name my veins are power lines running through this ghost town i'm so full of electricity but no one taps into it i guess i'm useless it's been a long time since i've seen anything special in the shapes of the clouds i don't think hurricanes know that they destroy so much maybe that's why you don't know that i'm in this kind of pain the cracks in my windshield are getting bigger i think it's going to shatter soon could you imagine the window shattering and the glass coming at me as i'm speeding down this dark and rainy road i don't have to imagine i've already met you