One night we lay beside other, so close to a sweat two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the can't break the city sky but they still try what they know is already true and tomorrow we'll 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 never ends. Might drive something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.
from to LA from to Gainesville from the Great to Niagara 66 straight to California. Electric lights the night we move in 4/4 our feet on and in the sky. Yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed and dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can in hell and for the four-year-old girl found in a dumpster by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction head-to-head traffic is just another day. And me and my friends are growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.
Every has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure. So we steal every we get every advantage is taken no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't until we are the people decided we should be. I be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable this distance is not something regret from here, and now, and then, and forever, and after that till the very end.