One night we lay beside other, so close to a sweat 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 they know is already and tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a waiting for a calm. I can feel everything coming in my chest, my already pounding my head's on far-off highways, sixteen old, on a road that never ends. Might drive into that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.
from to LA from Portland to the Great Plains to Niagara Route 66 to California. Electric carry the night we in 4/4 time our on wheels and in the sky. Yes going cause we'd die if we stayed here and those dying dreams carry what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can burn in and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction head-to-head traffic today is just day. And me and my friends are growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.
Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own failure. So we every chance we get advantage is taken when no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't until we are the people we've decided we be. I wanna be a shot heard 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.