Of all the times, I remember stiffening our necks, staring straight ahead. Far too stoned to spend time and it flew a little way too fast and then it came to me:That once we go outside, we take off!
A mystery. A story to compel. Some time left alone to think about what’s left. I wanted every move to be direct. And it still came to me:
That once we go outside, we’ll be faking all this bullshit vacancy. Where it counts to be as distinct as the same. Where the sounding of alarming goes in tune with a knife and we’re stabbing all the backs of friends of mine.
For all the times you stick around and always keeping me around. We’ll walk arm in arm again and show off all the great again.