Passing on Pretty sure you're not I would sit On the edge Of the bed Lost it all I don't need to hear a lot Almost drove off the road When I saw my hand Bled again I was stumbling Creeping in Like your parents did And I thought I heard you Running out of the house When the porch light turned back on And I felt my ribcage Falling out of the plane When we hit the runway Walk it off Smash the window in my car Wearing thin Running out Sleeping in Peeling out Steer away from autumn fog The windshield flew Through the side Of my head Swore away all the others Falling in Like you left it