a hand over her mouth. an explosion inside the final tick of the clock. one lover dead. the other single file on a mirror. this is a television. this is a broken screen laugh out loud. she finds a piece in dead beats. she finds a piece in another mans sweat. i found a piece in slience. the hard part about counting seconds is when you run out. miles away from a phone. i stared at the digital hour glass running upside down. it hit dead. my head sank. i fell way too deep in that back seat. light a match you will find your leak. i light one. i found mine. light a match. light a match. light a match. light a match light a match. light a match. light a match. i only say it cause its what you want to hear.