Street legal shootout

On the phone, in the car,
Im wondering where you are.
Youre all alone, and youre a star,
Im so far from where you are.

The letters wrote, in pen and ink,
there was blood inside the sink from broken glass,
and will this last will you say this one more time?

Yes I am, I am nothing, I am no one, Im not worth a single cent without you.

So would you cover it up.
Do you see what youve done. This is all that you were,
and all that youve become.
And if I fall, and if I fall,
would you even care at all.

Would you watch this explode to see the ambers and the coals as long as youre here, for me to follow, youve got me on my knees.

I am your every nightmare.
Bleeding, from your lack of sleep.
Naked, wishing I were watching.
You bathe, like a queen in heat.