One night we lay beside each other, so close to a with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the sky but they try despite what they know is already true and tomorrow we'll take aim, just a storm waiting for a calm. I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already my head's on far-off highways, sixteen old, on a road that never ends. Might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it forever, and I never look.
from to LA Portland to Gainesville from the Great Plains to Route 66 to California. lights carry the night we move in 4/4 our feet on and in the sky. Yes we're going 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 dead in a dumpster by her mother, her eulogy, the of construction through head-to-head traffic is just another day. And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've hated.
Every shortcoming has us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure. So we every chance we get every advantage is taken no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop we are the people we've decided we be. I be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable this distance is not we'll regret from here, and now, and then, and forever, and after that till the very end.