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December 20th, 2005

12:39 am
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 we never look back.
From Hoboken to LA, from Portland to Gainsville, from the Great Plains to Niagara, Route 66 straight to California. Electric lights carry the night, we move in four four time, our feet are 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 is 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, and we hid behind closed doors, and we won't stop until we are the people that we decided we should be. I wanna be a shot heard 'round the world, fucking unstoppable. This distance is not something we'll regret between here and now and then and forever and days after that 'till the every end.
From Hoboken to LA, from Portland to Gainsville, from the Great Plains to Niagara, Route 66 straight to California. Electric lights carry the night, we move in four four time, our feet are 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 the rest can burn in hell.

 


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