like sand into glass and look how brittle i've become

out in the rain grime eroding my features into a statue's erased face. i never looked that good anyways. hold me in your sights like a hostage situation and if you have a shot take it. don't leave me alone out here its cold. hold me in your arms like we're putting on a production you playing icarus and me i'll be the sun. an enlightening stroke of genius, god's camera flash. we've all been captured. can't keep my thoughts straight can't keep my eyes straight on the road. i'm not alone out here i'm just in bad company. you understand how that goes. you're a police cruiser waiting for me to slip up and i won't help fill your quota. set it to cruise control. i'm always on cruise control and me and my tires burning up into puddles of sweat. but i shine too quiet and slow. hold me in your arms like sand and in the middle of the night i'll slip away while you sleep.