Friday, February 27, 2009

If I go, I don't want to go
Alone
I hope you get this message
Or you're not home
I could be there in ten minutes or so

With you, I could never be alone.

Pack your things.

I've got a car. Got some gas.

Let's get out of here, get out of here fast.

I want to run. Run away, run away, run away.

Just ride into the desert, windows open, dust billowing in a rooster-tail behind us.

Trying to believe in something, anything.

For once, I want to run toward something, instead of away.

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