identity's an eyesore so lets make our way back home
the car ride is a set of rules that has yet to come
the evening is a failure to those who've fallen asleep
the risk of going no where is imminent
if you could just count on me
the evening has to end but it's made to break that way
our spirits are slowly but surely winding down
this midnight is a blessing for those who love the sky
and I've been taking these steps everyday
and soon I'll get back where I started
I wonder could this last forever
the suspense is killing but its keeping me
with just enough to get whats on my mind out I come to you