overcast a sunday night up on the hill.
we felt the air as we watched the cars not passing
by.
it was then i knew it all would be fine.
palm tree lights pass by. travel pass.
lights.
the corner,
my sideline .
so i give it up.
i hope that you get enough.
there'll still be wind.
but only if we make it.
this will never end.
not even if we fake it.
it's just my dreams to bleed.
it's just my line in the sand.
my stare,
to pierce through you.
i knew we would.
i knew it would.
until i get my chance.
i'll just waste my time.