We’re leagues and seas apart
You’d have to dive til you ran out of breath to find me.
I’m so far down.
We could drive past the places we grew up
Never stopping til we're out of the familiar
This station is tuning out during our favorite song
We might be wasted, but our time is sober
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
We’re leagues and seas apart
You’d have to dive til you ran out of breath to find me.
I’m so far down.
We could drive past the places we grew up
Never stopping til we're out of the familiar
This station is tuning out during our favorite song
We might be wasted, but our time is sober
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