Although I’m on hydro’s
Its not enough to pick me up and
Lay me on the pavement like
Your warm arms used to
After all I’ve drivin’ miles upon miles
Halfway with my eyes closed because I dream
Of that exact moment most often
I run a marathon like that finish line
Is laying on a bed with you
Please, return the favor
By waiting
Giving prayer a purpose
I believe that God has the power
To make your arms surround me again
I want the road to twist
And even with a seat belt
Break right through the glass
Breathing is a wreck
For this brief moment suspended
In the air; due to how fast I was traveling and gravity
This feels like flying
It scares me that I could beat my wings
Although it’s already too late
You’ve taken what’s left of the hydro’s
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 1:31 AM UTC
Although I’m on hydro’s
Its not enough to pick me up and
Lay me on the pavement like
Your warm arms used to
After all I’ve drivin’ miles upon miles
Halfway with my eyes closed because I dream
Of that exact moment most often
I run a marathon like that finish line
Is laying on a bed with you
Please, return the favor
By waiting
Giving prayer a purpose
I believe that God has the power
To make your arms surround me again
I want the road to twist
And even with a seat belt
Break right through the glass
Breathing is a wreck
For this brief moment suspended
In the air; due to how fast I was traveling and gravity
This feels like flying
It scares me that I could beat my wings
Although it’s already too late
You’ve taken what’s left of the hydro’s
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