where are we going?
i turn up the music
close your eyes
i roll down the windows
i turn onto the runway
i switch off the lights
i press into the pedal
she pushes out her hand
she ***** her head to the side
she lets her hair blow back
she smiles
we scream, yell out
into the black
biting wind of night
howl, moan
until our lungs crack
like poppers on summer pavement
we hate being so young
we hate growing so old
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
where are we going?
i turn up the music
close your eyes
i roll down the windows
i turn onto the runway
i switch off the lights
i press into the pedal
she pushes out her hand
she ***** her head to the side
she lets her hair blow back
she smiles
we scream, yell out
into the black
biting wind of night
howl, moan
until our lungs crack
like poppers on summer pavement
we hate being so young
we hate growing so old
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