Well, there I was
Lost in my thoughts
Where one wrong move sends me back again
The smell of smoke, and cheap perfume
And the taste of bile on my lips
I hope I make it to the headlines
I hope I make it on the evening news
And then I see a pair of headlights
Ripping straight through my windshield
Now I'm stuck in bed
This isn't what I expected
I'm not a hero, I'm a patient
Bones caved in, bruised and bleeding
And a chunk of dead weight in my head
I hope I made it on the headlines
I hope I made it on the evening news
And then I see a pair of bright lights
Leave me numb, I won't feel a thing