One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat

with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time


and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky


but they still try despite what they know is already true

and tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm.


I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding


my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on a road that never ends.

Might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.





Back

from Hoboken to LA


from Portland to Gainesville


from the Great Plains to Niagara

Route 66 straight to California.


Electric lights carry the night


we move in 4/4 time

our feet on wheels and in the sky.


Yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here


and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure

and the rest can burn in hell






and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster


shot by her mother, her eulogy,

the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic


today is just another day.


And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.




Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure.


So we steal every chance we get

every advantage is taken when no one's looking


we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until


we are the people we've decided we should be.

I wanna be a shot heard round the world, $#&@ing unstoppable


this distance is not something we'll regret


from here, and now, and then, and forever, and days after that till the very end.