I spread my wings tonight
It's 9pm
Driving through Cypress
Trying to keep the tears from
mixing with the late night lights
and narrow roads
The night is getting weary
It's 11pm by now
Four long hours to go
The windows slide down
to reveal the bitter cold
that chips at my lips
Nothing feels like home
but I know I'll be okay
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:51 PM UTC
I spread my wings tonight
It's 9pm
Driving through Cypress
Trying to keep the tears from
mixing with the late night lights
and narrow roads
The night is getting weary
It's 11pm by now
Four long hours to go
The windows slide down
to reveal the bitter cold
that chips at my lips
Nothing feels like home
but I know I'll be okay
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