Pillows over your head, scared your thoughts might seep through doors,
loud as your creaking hard-wood floors that give you away.
And know today i saw a beat up car. it had rusted on the roof like yours,
had no reflection through the back seat window. i started to shake.
i started to.
We spread our tracks across the lawns outside our homes, both driving by when no one's home, when it's too late.
If ever there were a cause for drift, i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that s***e between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.
If ever there were a cause for drift i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that s***e between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.
loud as your creaking hard-wood floors that give you away.
And know today i saw a beat up car. it had rusted on the roof like yours,
had no reflection through the back seat window. i started to shake.
i started to.
We spread our tracks across the lawns outside our homes, both driving by when no one's home, when it's too late.
If ever there were a cause for drift, i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that s***e between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.
If ever there were a cause for drift i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that s***e between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.