And my heavy glowing eyes
All those sickly-sweet memories that have shaped me into who I am,
Vivid nights etched into the velvety darkness, among all those wild fireflies.
With nothing in my hands but a battered and torn up map of the ragged coast, I wish I could just kiss my parents g'night and climb into a junky car. If I could, I'd drive along the coast in a convertable, the wind blowing and whirling around my face while I blasted the radio. My Ray Bans would glint against the reddish gold sunset, and I'd just pull along side the road and stare out at the sparkling ocean, wondering if anything could be better than this...
Too bad, I can't drive.