Screaming

Am I the deer? Am I the headlights? I know that I can't slow down Everything fractures in the light And I stand by watching it turn And I used to laugh at the broken glass I should probably paper over all the cracks Took a photograph of the aftermath I should probably look less fondly on the past Silent screaming at the ceiling Wondering when I lost heart And time's been stealing all my dreams, and I no longer look the part And I used to laugh (I used to) at the broken glass (I used to, yeah) I should probably paper over all the cracks Took a photograph (I used to) of the aftermath (I used to, yeah) I should probably look less fondly on the past Am I the butcher? Am I the knife If I don't know what all this is for? I used to read myself to death But I don't see the point anymore Silent screaming at the ceiling Wondering when I lost heart And time's been stealing all my dreams, and I no longer look the part And we used to laugh (we used to) at the broken glass (we used to, yeah) I should probably paper over all the cracks Took a photograph (I used to) of the aftermath (I used to, yeah) I should probably look less fondly on the past On the past Am I the deer? Am I the headlights? I know that I can't slow down