I am a passionate drunk. You are my lullaby, and you taste of smoke and dust. If I can just make it to sleep tonight feeling like this I think I might be fine.

I fall in love, every town I travel to. (This has to stop, you're getting hurt all the time, you're not built to withstand the damage) The road is starting to walk all over me.

If we could just stay in the same place, at the same time, for long enough, we could be the best of friends at the least.