Sometimes at night
Alone on a highway
What's been and what's nigh
Collapse to the middle from left and from right
Squeezing like bookends for blood,
(it's a vice: a habit to harvest my pain)

Septic and sweet, the tragedy i just can't
Sweep off my feet:
What would i be if i weren't incomplete?
Logic has left us for dead in the street
It's watching me break my own heart

What if the past were not past?
And the future was here all along?
Every picture and song was not holding your place in a line but
Reminding you it was al - ways here

Time is a one-way street
And we're all strapped in to the rear-facing seat
The street still existed with all of its secrets
Before we could see it
And the places we pass
We just see through the glass

But we can't go back
Someone's foots on the gas
But we're screaming directions and hoping for best
And we'll measure success by results that we get
But we're all strapped in.

What if the past were not past?
And the future was here all along?
Every picture and song was not holding your place in a line
But reminding you it was always here

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