8-17-16
I see you in the rear view mirror,
You’re ringing off these 808 beats that, for some reason, I can’t get enough of.
The dust is in the air,
We’re thieves of the season,
And we’re bound for our safety places.
Nobody fucking knows us,
We’re representing cities they’ve never heard of,
That’s just how we do.
So I grab the steering wheel,
And I no longer want to crash this car.
Here, we don’t have to be so sure of who we are,
We just exist and nothing more is expected.
You told me we’d make it out alive,
And back then, I couldn’t believe you
Would ever end up right.
But here we are.
And before we drive slow on the highway
That takes us home,
I want to thank you for showing me
That if you keep running in the same place,
Nothing’s going to change
And losing yourself comes before you find yourself.
And oh god, we got so lost.
And so found.
- (m.m)

Not my perspective, forgot to update this, I've got a shit ton more writing to post though just wait ;)