Somewhere between Exit One and Oak Hill Road we found my guts
Which up until then I'd only caught glimpses of
Through red eyes in headlights on dark nights from past lives
Some people make wishes over broken bones
Sometimes we need to pull apart so we can actually grow
Out of our shells, away from our head
We need to give ourselves some times, scars heal
I miss telling you all about my dreams
But now that you're in them, it's like you're sleeping with me
Instead of our bed you're just in my head
But it feels real, like you're not dead
And though I was half asleep for your last call
I remember our last words, I can recite them all
And those "I love you"s are enough to emphasize the fact that our love's in debt
Do we die, or do we become light?
Do we die, or do we become the night?
Do we die, or do we become light?