One night we lay beside other, so close to a sweat with two circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars break the city sky but they still try despite what know is already true and we'll take aim, just 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, years 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. lights carry the night we move in 4/4 our feet on and in the sky. Yes we're going cause die if we stayed here and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and and the rest can burn in and for the four-year-old girl dead in a dumpster by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction head-to-head traffic today is another day. And me and my friends are just growing into the 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 every advantage is taken when no one's we behind closed doors, and we don't stop until we are the people decided we should be. I be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable this is not something we'll regret from here, and now, and then, and forever, and after that till the very end.