i have faith and nothing more.
i drove home facing the sunrise.
the guilt in my stomach,
the wind in my face.
an epiphany
vanished without a trace.
one lost but our beauty found.
we etched those letters into the ground.
tonight we smoke and drive around,
but come august, COME AUGUST
we're driving up,
i'm coming down.
we're making plans
and i like how they sound.
WE'RE GONNA FUCK UP THIS TOWN
i wont be driving home anymore
you will all just be faces in a drawer
the guilt in my stomach,
the wind in my face.
an epiphany
vanished without a trace
your heart holds this pen,
like a siren to my blood..
i'd tell you i loved you,
if i knew who i was.
I FEEL A GREAT ENIGMA
AND THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND
DO TOO.