drifting
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Uriella, we’re slowly drifting apart.
Tell me, what’s on your mind?
You’re in my arms this moment,
But your thoughts seem to be so far away.
Who’s getting your attention?
There’s no one else here besides us.
It’s late, and I’m coming down with a cold,
Or something of the sort.
I should be sleeping,
But I’m not ready
And yet, I don’t want to be awake either.
Can I just stop existing for a little while?
Windows down, smoke rolling in
The rumble of 800 horses ringing my ears
Sideways is where I choose to steer
It would make me feel complete
With so much torque at my feet
Drifting, is the dream that I seek
I don't own a lot of things
all i have are these set of strings
i played my way through the southern streams
