You're Just A Crime Scene

Through these eyes of disbelief I have mastered the art of the dead-pan stare... in and out of focus.

Proceed as planned. Expose the fuse and strike the match. Let everything burn, leave nothing behind.

Escape routes in the form of runways. The engines are running and we have clearance from the tower. No one is going home tonight.

Crawled in bed with my truest comfort. I'd stay behind for you.