Caugh In The Headlights

The light of the rails
Burns a vigorous light
When kisses burn like stings
And the tension between
The flags we bare is burning up
The skin rushes like lofted edges
Speeding along the tracks
In edgy habbits

I am the Rabbit
Caught in the headlights
Blairing at the flashes
Crashing on my name
The squeals ring these
Old ears to the bones

This train is squealing on the brakes
As life just seems to hit me in the face
With full on shock tatics
And distateful memmories
We are heading for the rails
In the time of tears
Streaming out with wet dripped words
The frantic beat of spokes
Hitting the wheels
Like a cautionary car crash

I am the Rabbit
Caught in the headlights
Blairing at the flashes
Crashing on my name
The squeals ring these
Old ears to the bones

Thouisands of people
Eminate my name
With the ringing sense of glee
And the paperazzi stains
All claiming to have ownership
On my very name
As they are lingering
In the steam soaked shadows
Rusting in the junkyard
Hiding behind a plastic coated fassard
The vaneer is fake
with the cracking in the walls
of this mental state

I am the Rabbit
Caught in the headlights
Blairing at the flashes
Crashing on my name
The squeals ring these
Old ears to the bones

Clammering at the frantic
Speeds opf light
Decompasing splits that
Live in two lives
One for all the quiet rights
And the other for the steam and gloss
Of a charmfilled heartache
Of a pressurised crush
As there are splinters
On the rails
Cracking all the lines
Whistle stop madness
Cracking onto me

I am the Rabbit
Caught in the headlights
Blairing at the flashes
Crashing on my name
The squeals ring these
Old ears to the bones

The snaring voices all blur
Into one forgetfull tone
Forging fake friendships
In pretence circumstances
Buying all the truths
For the meek of responcibility
Questions ebb and flow
On the rattling strutts
Because these eyes glow
As I am stuck right here