A car, a torch, a death.

A car, a torch, a death.

The air begins to feel a little thin,
As I start the car, and then I begin,
To add the miles piled up behind me,

I barely feel a smile deep inside me,

And I begin to envy the headlights driving south,
I want to crack the door so I can just fall out,

But then I remember when you packed my car,
You reached in the back and buckled up your heart,

For me to drive away with,
I began to understand why God died.

The demons sat there waiting on her porch,
It was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch,
And when my car was far out of sight,

He crept in her room and stayed there for the night.

And then I felt chills in my bones,
The breath I saw was not my own,
I knew my skin that wrapped my frame,
Wasn't made to play this game.

And then I saw him, torch in hand,
He laid it out, what he had planned,
And then I said I'll take the grave,
Please just send them all my way.

by Tyler Joseph.