One night we lay beside each other, so close to a with two circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't the city sky but they try despite what they know is already true and tomorrow take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm. I can feel coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding my head's on highways, sixteen years 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 from Portland to from the Plains to Niagara Route 66 to California. lights carry the night we move in 4/4 our feet on and in the sky. Yes going cause we'd die if we stayed here and those dying will carry what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can burn in and for the four-year-old girl found in a dumpster by her mother, her eulogy, the of construction through head-to-head traffic today is 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 every chance we get every is taken when no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop we are the we've decided we should be. I wanna be a shot round the world, fucking unstoppable distance is not something we'll regret from here, and now, and then, and forever, and days after that the very end.