We're alone. We're kicking. We're screaming and kicking and screaming and kicking and screaming and dying alone.
One wrong move and we find ourselves still on the ground.
Tonight is the night when we will decide if the time that we had was meaningful. But right now, none of that matters, nothing does. Smile, it makes the music sounds better.
Abstractions take away from my happiness. This is on, we'll go again tomorrow. We're goin' 95 and we're racin' with the center divide.
One wrong move and we'll find ourselves still on the ground.
If we wanted to...
And we don't care if we ever get back.
We get lost in this, it freezes up.
Unlike us, this vessel is incapable of the moment it freezes up, stopping right on the track. We'll get lost in this conversation and I don't care if we'll ever find a way to get back.
Watch moments circle your mind.
These two bright lights sweep us away.
We leave this world as we came in.
Smile, the music will sound better.