(Instrumental)
Seven hours until sunrise, i would rather drive than sleep. these lights, these memories. freeways are like pinhole ceilings. the stares they exchange
re going nowhere.")with both feet in my grave. "i'm not asking you, to be battered through and die alone." and you're on, you're off. she knows i'm all
Switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere. knowing the guilt that we bring in the room, sleeping doesn't come easy. lying awake, waiting on
make a grand escape. and just like clockwork, ill pull my collar up, i'll face horror everyday. hoping things will change, from nothing to something. but i'm
these are my last regrets. we're starting over, sure. him and her and him and you a sad move, like benches breaking for you. a part of me wont dream of
what if i were to move, would i surprise the purest white, we underline to breath alive. am i missing love? i write this to you in the a.m., wasting,
tastes like water, a place where hearts will mend. where there is no beginning, and there is no end. we are now, calm?cool?collected. stepping slow, right to left. and i'm
i want to hold you one more time but the summer came and went. now all i have is the memories and the air that reminds me of a peach. i miss you