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 burn

And I 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 I 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 you 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