license, registration. phil ain't got none.
i can't stop thinking what these fields and shores
looked like before we all had to drive.
highways mark like a scar.
concrete cuts like a knife.
it could happen tomorrow. this place is gonna burn
to the fucking ground. but i hope it doesn't.
i don't want to die without you around.
because i miss you. so let's ride out of the city.
before it's lights that change for no one and burned
out buildings. let's make connections count like a
clock while we still have the time.
the taste of tobacco don't remind me of you anymore.
it just makes me think how i'm gonna die.
we're all gonna die. if you don't smoke the water's
fucking poison. all these lit up billboards and bright
city lights can't keep all the stars from coming out
tonight. yeah the sun's gonna rise and light this cold
dead city. it's all gonna burn but we are still alive