Seven hours until sunrise
I would rather drive than sleep
These lights, these memories
Freeways are like pinhole ceilings
The stares they exchange in the cla**room
I know they wish for downtown Friday nights
Street lights shine
Perfect memories
And this calm makes me believe in us again
The beauty of the intangible
I paint your body next to me in this car
But I try to forget
Take back your pictures of you
And you can bet I won't forget your heartless running
Candy apple frowns
Make me believe your caramel isn't that sweet
Never forget what it did to you
I would rather not carry the pieces around
Standing over my grave
Dying more and more every day