i can’t stay over you.
it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here, just one more try.
i’m guessing you are over me, i guess it’s bravery.
well cause it’s black out the window while you sleep in the passenger seat.
it’s gone.
when it’s always on your mind but you never speak of the name.
it’s in your blood and face and i’m certain it’s fame.
so i stayed out in the car cause the weather had gotten to me.
but its really these road signs and freeways that i can’t take.
this can’t be how you live.
it’s like a ball and chain around your waist or this simple state.
your mind’s sick again.
i’m tasting nothing but 4 words, “please don’t leave me”.
and it’s dark in the winter so your ideas start to sleep.
your head is spinning like that carousel, and i know you’re a mess after 3 or 4.
but if you make it different then we’ll make our way to the surface, and your favorite place.
where we sit, and we breathe.
cause i know all the words and i sing you everything.
they’re just thoughts, so go ahead and speak.
pick out what you like and call me when you’re on the way.
you can spend the night and hope to sleep all day.
for me its just another week, twenty eight was once how i dreamed.
and with your scent on my face i can leave and have you for days.
i still can’t see you.
the summer came and we got lost, all of us.
you are nothing with out her.
i still won’t remember your face, the features mix too well with this alcohol.
so we cover ourselves in your fear,
and stay to watch that moon disappear under these lights.
this city, this city’s screaming at me.
and as you breathe the words i better go.
the sun is up and taking back all the shadows that covered this ground,
and our feet, like a blanket of coal.
it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here, just one more try.
i’m guessing you are over me, i guess it’s bravery.
well cause it’s black out the window while you sleep in the passenger seat.
it’s gone.
when it’s always on your mind but you never speak of the name.
it’s in your blood and face and i’m certain it’s fame.
so i stayed out in the car cause the weather had gotten to me.
but its really these road signs and freeways that i can’t take.
this can’t be how you live.
it’s like a ball and chain around your waist or this simple state.
your mind’s sick again.
i’m tasting nothing but 4 words, “please don’t leave me”.
and it’s dark in the winter so your ideas start to sleep.
your head is spinning like that carousel, and i know you’re a mess after 3 or 4.
but if you make it different then we’ll make our way to the surface, and your favorite place.
where we sit, and we breathe.
cause i know all the words and i sing you everything.
they’re just thoughts, so go ahead and speak.
pick out what you like and call me when you’re on the way.
you can spend the night and hope to sleep all day.
for me its just another week, twenty eight was once how i dreamed.
and with your scent on my face i can leave and have you for days.
i still can’t see you.
the summer came and we got lost, all of us.
you are nothing with out her.
i still won’t remember your face, the features mix too well with this alcohol.
so we cover ourselves in your fear,
and stay to watch that moon disappear under these lights.
this city, this city’s screaming at me.
and as you breathe the words i better go.
the sun is up and taking back all the shadows that covered this ground,
and our feet, like a blanket of coal.
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