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