Nov 2015
By Arcassin Burnham
On the freeway with cigarettes in our fingers,
I'd love you so much more,
entities on our shoulders talking,
we're out here on a warm night,
no family members or friends,
begging the heavens the night doesn't end,
and when the day has served its favor,
we're out here on a warm night,
you worry too much at times,
I'm drenched trust that's what we want,
the night will never get old , not covered in ice cubes,
we're out here on a warm night.
On the freeway with cigarettes in our fingers,
I'd love you so much more,
entities on our shoulders talking,
we're out here on a warm night,
no family members or friends,
begging the heavens the night doesn't end,
and when the day has served its favor,
we're out here on a warm night,
you worry too much at times,
I'm drenched trust that's what we want,
the night will never get old , not covered in ice cubes,
we're out here on a warm night.
How bout now???
