A single hot rod blasting off towards space
Let's ride into the brisk night air
Breeze smacking our faces
Like **** against the fan
Darkness masking the chills
Laughter shared over cheap thrills
Middle fingers flashed generously
Hoping the wind will carry us past imagination land
As it drops a pair of trouble makers off far away
In a twisted reality of our own creation
Transforming us into ghosts of our former selves
Two wraiths celebrating the afterlife
Free from overbearing rules
Laws laden with strife
Forget the stress
Make yourself a ******* brick wall of confidence
And let them just try to tear you down
Hand in hand, we'll walk away from society
And don't you worry about the silence of solitude
Your adorable giggle will do all the talking