One night we lay beside each other, so close to a with two fans overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky but they still try despite what know is already true and tomorrow take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm. I can feel everything in my chest, my heart's already pounding my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on a road that ends. Might drive into something that looks a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.
from to LA from to Gainesville from the Great Plains to Route 66 to California. Electric carry the night we move in 4/4 our feet on and in the sky. Yes we're cause we'd die if we stayed here and those dying dreams will what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can in hell and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction through traffic today is another day. And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars we've always hated.
Every shortcoming has trapped us, mistake is now our own infinite failure. So we every chance we get every is taken when no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop we are the people we've we should be. I wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking this distance is not something regret from here, and now, and then, and forever, and days that till the very end.