He had a plan to kill you all along,
The evidence was hidden in this song,
I was a ghost,
I was there at the scene,
As the embers rise, my hands,
Smelled like gasoline,
So, the headlights murdered my thoughts,
I curse this taste that's on my tongue,
This taste will last until I rip it out,
No, I won't need these gloves,
Her bones are withered away, but your ghost will remain.
You're the only one that wore your seatbelt,
We're the only ones that cried,
You're the only one that died.