
Somewhere in America
It's a miracle that we're still breathing after that summer and all the shit we got into. Smoking at night in the park. You got arrested in the church hall parking lot. I miss the endless stories over Adderall and Busch Lights on all those summer nights and seemingly endless drives.
It felt just like fireworks in my heart, the way we rode the world together, and how we were kings of this place.
You were clicking your heels on the dashboard to all our favorite records. I was driving like an asshole somewhere in America. It was the endless smell of smoke on my clothes. Kicking at the wheel, we owned these roads. We cast aside everything we had back home.
It felt just like fireworks in my heart, the way we rode the world together, and how we were kings of this place. We were blind to everything.
We never asked forgiveness for paving our own way. Our homes were just a reference point, the maps filled in the blanks. We never asked forgiveness for paving our own way. Our homes were just a reference point, our hearts filled in the blanks.
Writer/s: Jamie Otfinoski, Jeff Wielk, Kurt Zikaras, Paul LaBosky