Late to The Wreckage

I've been waving headlights through the dark With both hands off the wheel Screaming through a windshield That everybody swore they'd never see The brakes were singing long before they disappeared... Did you hear them? There were black lines burning into asphalt Before the smoke ever reached the sky A hundred little warning lights Blinking out one at a time I laughed too loud Smiled too wide Learned how to hide a panic in plain sight Everybody says they would've noticed... Funny... Nobody stopped. The steering started shaking weeks ago I told you I couldn't keep it straight You called it "just a rough patch" Then watched me drift across four lanes Heartbeat... Faster... Glass... Closer... Hands locked Eyes forward Everybody hears the sirens... Nobody listens for the brakes. You say you love me Now the whole world's watching Now there's smoke enough To make a headline If I'm not okay... Will you stay? Or were you only waiting For the crash? Say you care... Where are your hands in the wreckage? Everybody found an angle Nobody found my hand. Too late... The airbags bloom like white flags Nobody waves them back. Now I'm wearing shattered windows Like another layer of skin Smoke climbing through my lungs While strangers argue who's to blame Flash after flash The night turns blue Bright little screens Lighting up the smoke Someone says, "That's awful..." Someone says, "I can't imagine..." Nobody climbs inside. I wasn't asking for a miracle Just one pair of dirty hands The engine's quiet now The silence somehow louder Everybody loves a rescue... Nobody volunteers For the slow collapse. You say you love me Now the whole world's watching Now there's blood enough To fit your story If I'm not okay... Will you stay? Or is this finally interesting? Say you care... Where are your hands in the wreckage? Why are your hands so clean? Everybody saw the wreck... Nobody touched the wreckage. I told you. I told you when the wheel started pulling. I told you when I couldn't breathe. I told you when the nights got longer. I told you before the sirens. Before the smoke. Before the headlines. You heard the impact... Not the brakes. Maybe this was never about saving me. Maybe everyone just wanted To arrive in time To say they were there. Don't tell me you love me... Show me. The smoke is getting thicker The fire's getting closer The lights are finally here But I can't tell If they're coming to save me... Or watch me disappear. Say you care... Where were your hands in the wreckage? Where were your hands... When the brakes gave out? Where were your hands... When I was still reaching? Everybody came... Everybody looked... They pulled somebody from the wreck... It just... Wasn't me anymore. The road remembers every skid mark... Even when nobody else does.