the sound of a car crash, the sound of your ex lovers heart breaking, knowing it wasn't meant to be this way, i called you and every clock stopped i don't know how long it's been since the last time i believed you, last week i wanted to night creeps up on you like the ghosts hanging in your closet, you didn't think you'd grow up to be this, you didn't want to and i swore in the seventh grade never would i follow in my fathers footsteps, here i am, saturday morning slugging wine from the bottle a pandemonium of sadness, these corrupting juxtapositions are the only thing i speak with lately maybe "we" were an overture for what we'd grow into, you know the nights you text me asking why the hell i won't get out of your dreams, are the nights after you haunted mine this, ****** penumbra, i see it too often it shows up in the dreams where i find you too