The screws were flying out of his racing head. Like paper on fire falls apart so fast. Those who saw before and after Scratched their heads in wonder, and told the papers They knew it all the time, they could see the signs
Watching the real world breaking down It’s too close to home to leave it behind
There were things they might have heard. Little things, unimportant at the time but yes It all makes sense now. Wrapping the whole thing up in tight plastic wrap, You know the kind where you drop a watermelon on it and it doesn’t break? Locks in confusion, doubts and fear.
Watching the real world breaking down It’s too close to home to forget it in day.
There were things they might have heard. Little things, unimportant at the time but yes It all makes sense now. With closed eyes and turned heads They’re swimming in waves of relief Because it wasn’t their turn, because it wasn’t their time.