surrogate

headlight highways
and broken asphalt
loneliness at
a hundred miles
an hour
mistake my mask
for the truth
and see the slow motion
bullet train collision
as i coming skidding down

a witch on the horizon
breaking up the girl
and killing us all

my nightmares
run in ink stained red
and at the bottom
i see your dead eyes

pull me from these lies
and watch me fall
without you here
to hold me high