Tiny Moving Parts Van Beers
I see a sunset fade into the haze
Of a dim lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day.
We have poor hygiene
far from clean but never felt so pure.
We reak of a fresh sweat and stale beer.
It smells like paradise!
Here
When we grow up we may lose touch,
But we gotta stay strong because we're so young.
Please stay strong!
All we know are these highway roads.
Sketchy parking lots we consider our homes.
I know it sounds crazy, yet
We fall hard asleep, it's rare that we worry
We're only here until we are gone
So somebody will you tell me what's the
Hurry
Fingers crossed that the cops don't come,
And I'm one hundred percent
Positive
That we'll never found all the empty cans
Under the van seats.
We're too busy sharing, stories
And laughing, about how boring
Any situation can be
If there is nobody trying to make, the best, of everything.
Enough is never quite enough,
Unless we cherish what is given to us.
Or dear when you love both fear and rust
Enough is never quite enough,
Unless we cherish what is given to us.
Or dear when you love both fear and rust
Enough is never quite enough,
Unless we cherish what is given to us.
