riot for the roads

[corpusduo]

is it possible to know you but not all that well? maybe it's what you smell like, a little crisp but sometimes a little sour. it's hard to imagine waking up next to him, whoever, me or you. it's more then windy but it's nothing close to chicago. there's hard times and sometimes just the times. what reminds me of you? how i remember what i think about all the time. it's strange, but it's what i deal. i could count the codes but that'd be suicide to my job, it's like a dream i don't dare to rnr. there's a favorite color, sometimes a favorite scent, it's what i feel but what i can't let get to my head. because i've come to conclusions of what i think about you, it's like the sound of your voice is pitty to my ears and my pretty head raises it's conscience hand and it stops the world from spinning. rest and repeat, it's closer to what i think of the days that i'm raised in all this heat. i don't know if it's dangerous or if it's hardly a thrill to feel this empty of what i've created. i can think up all those times when i had your heart in min(e)(d). it's often that i can't think, but when i sink, i crack open to the bottom ocean. i can float about this shore of doubt, whisper what i care about and bring myself to my time of need. it's like i know where my heart is, but my home is lost without a doubt. it's not like i can't find it. but i traded it for something, somewhere, just so i could have it.

and what scares me is that i have the soundtrack set for when i'm ready to die, take what you create, but for now i chose to dive. but i know if i surpass this everlasting recreation of a dream, the trade will be worth the wait, the fuss, the guilt, the lies, the love, it's all worth what i've built up. it's like we're letting go but the only grip we should have a hold on is our head. but it's out of reach and all we need is air. so jump when it's over and walk when it's begun. for now it's just coasting but until then, we're not done.

we're home.