My lungs are aching
From the cold from being outside.
And the windows in my car
Have started to fog up.
And it's colder then I remember it ever being in Florida.
My stomach's burning
And the stereo in this car is screaming so loud.
It's 3 am
I'm just starting to wake up.
And it's darker then I remember it ever being in Florida.
The saddest song always plays
On the radio on the coldest days,
Just when I'm saying goodbye in gasoline.
It's the only way I know
My head in spinning
And this engine is humming and clicking in time.
To the pounding in my head
And this heart on my sleeve
And it's quieter then I remember.
And it can go on forever.
Do you know how many times
How many times I've counted the signs of State lines
and roads I've known.
I know, this time, feels like goodbye.
My lungs are aching
From the cold from stading outside.
And it's no surprise that we're fucked up.
But you're colder then I remember
you ever being in Florida.
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