Getting Dimmer

We're all just pairs of headlights on the highway
Waiting to see more.
They said the battery couldn't die
while the car was running,
but we proved 'em wrong.
And we hit something hard with our pair of headlights,
running across the road.
And we shed a tear while we pulled the carcass
off to the side.
And maybe if they made them just a little brighter,

But they don't.
And we keep relying on the light of the passing cars
to tell us if anything is up ahead
because our lights are too dim,
getting dimmer.

Can't fucking trust that the road is still in tact
right up around that corner;
could be our last.

But we'll fucking try it,
whether it's there or not.
Whether we can see or not.
Whether they see us coming or not.
It won't fucking matter once we just
turn the fucking wheel.