It's become so sad now that the nights worn off bumps and cracks in the road have been smoothed out construction seems to vanish into the distance visions come and leave like the late night calls I used to hate and now I want them back

It's become so crazy that every time I drive under overpasses in this town they have all some sentimental point at least they had visitors for a while

And the boombox ran out of batteries and the last song fizzes out we're all hanging onto the cages for dear life just to feel we're worth something And we don't need to jump off just because we never ended up going home anyway

and the gauge on my car reads 9999 miles some believe that it's a sign of an angel's blessing well if they really cared about all my shit well they'd give me a glass and they would refill this fifth and I give them a toast.

I can't believe I've driven out so far just to makes this feel the way I wanted it bored of simple lives and conveniences well at least it seemed it was fun for a while

now the lights at my old house are off and so many memories are lost we're all just hanging on for dear life because we can't handle this ourselves want to make our way back to the beaufait overpass.

and I don't know if I need to reminisce.