Locked Myself In

Trickery
2002-10-20 17:21:53 (UTC)

It is what it is...

{I want to fall asleep to the beat of you}


all we've got is here, but all we need is now

we'll make it last forever. but forevers overrated.

nothing lasts forever, not even forever itself.


so I'll count the yellow highway lines

{that im relying on to lead me home}

fifty-two out there in the bitter cold

black them out, and spray paint them gold

so I can find my way... back to you.




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