" For a moment, I could feel the force
Fainted to the point of tears
And you were holding on to make a point
What's the point ?
I was in the front seat, shaking it out
And I was asking if you felt alright
I never want to hear the truth
what's the truth ?
The blood was dry, it was sober
The feeling of audible cracks
And I could tell it was over
And I need a little more, I think
Because enough is never quite enough
To pray for what I thought were angels
And I realized that then you were perfect
And it looked like a painting I once knew
Back when my thoughts weren't entirely i n t a c t . "