Headlight is
Headlight at the end of the tunnel
beam of something inevitable
I tried [bad word] but soon stopped
And curled up on the splitter
There's no point in dodging that stare
Headlight is the way
Headlight is your way up..
thousand contractions within a blink of an eye
It's like a tidal wave of past, present and future
and all the feelings piled up into one big moment of [bad word] I shut my eyes tight and ask myself
Why am I so..