1 AM on a Monday night
driving somewhere to somewhere.
No curfew, no plan, no problem.
No plan, no future, no hope
no plan.
No tomorrow only tonight,
only the sounds of night and
chills of wind.
Hair standing this is me at my most alert
my most clear
my most awake
my most alive
1:01 AM on a Monday night.
Not sure if I'm looking forward to
the next one.
Another day, another week
of no hope, no future
no future, but to be back here
(wherever here is)
With no plans,
no plans but you.
No money, no god, no tomorrow
hardly a now even.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
1 AM on a Monday night
driving somewhere to somewhere.
No curfew, no plan, no problem.
No plan, no future, no hope
no plan.
No tomorrow only tonight,
only the sounds of night and
chills of wind.
Hair standing this is me at my most alert
my most clear
my most awake
my most alive
1:01 AM on a Monday night.
Not sure if I'm looking forward to
the next one.
Another day, another week
of no hope, no future
no future, but to be back here
(wherever here is)
With no plans,
no plans but you.
No money, no god, no tomorrow
hardly a now even.
