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