5 acessos
seven hours until sunrise, i would rather drive than sleep.
these lights, these memories.
freeways are like pinhole ceilings.
the stares they exchange in the classroom.
i know they wish for downtown friday nights.
streetlights shine perfect memories and this calm makes me believe in us again.
the beauty of the intangible.
i paint your body next to me in this car, but i try to forget.
take back your pictures of you.
and you can bet i wont forget your heartless running.
candy apple frowns, make me believe your caramel isn't that sweet.
"never forget what it did to you."
i would rather not carry the pieces around,
standing over my grave, dying more and more everyday.