Found in a pile
Glass once pressurized
Small pieces of paper
Pictures of someone
In wild exposition lie
Holding the wheel
Window down on the driver's side
If you knew what was coming
You had good reason
To stare back without a smile
The accident will happen slowly
At a funeral pace two cars collide
After the flashing lights will you remember
That I was a witness to
The crash scene you turned your life into
Stacked on it side
Resting against a tree
The bedframe was twisted
Crushed in at the corner
A wreck waking from a dream
We were all watching
You cross the center line
You always lived
In slow motion decline
The accident will happen slowly
At a funeral pace two cars collide
After the flashing lights will you remember
That I was a witness to
The crash scene you turned your life into
We were all watching
You cross the center line
You always lived
In slow motion decline
Don't sit on a sofa
Set out on the curb
They say the compression
Pushed down in the springs
Is a lingering ghost reverb
Remember that I was a witness to
The crash scene you turned your life into