sprint.

61 minutes.
down the the wire.

coffee in hand, the sun is shining off the porch and I'm ready (as I'll ever be) to put this town in my wake. minutes fly by and there's nothing left to do but wait for that deadline, wait for those wheels to send me away. "follow me back like a ride on a train, make it hard to remember the cold/ take care of your money and stay out of the rain..." the words echo deep, singing sirens of the days and nights we've spent sprawled on these streets.

I'll be back before you know it. but with just a over week's worth of nostalgia left to explore, the reality starts to sink in. nothing but time on our hands and our eyes to the skies, we're lifting off and ready for orbit. and as much as it hurts to tip-toe off these tiles for the last time, I've only got 11 days and 11 nights to soak it all into my system. then it's hats off, anchors away, with no time to look back.

I swear to these rooftops, and just hope that car will never stop *

waiting waiting waiting

I have a habit of stealing lyrics. well, actually, lyrics have a habit of stealing my thoughts. but I can't help it if someone else said it better than I can.

you gotta swim, swim for your life.
swim for the music that saves you
when you're not so sure you'll survive.

you gotta swim, swim when it hurts.
the whole world is watching,
you haven't come this far to fall off the earth.

the currents will drag you away from your love
just keep your head above...

I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn
memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun
a crack in the armour

I swim for brighter days, despite the absense of sun
choking on salt water I'm not giving in, I swim

You gotta swim, and swim in the dark
There's no shame in driftin, feel the tide shifting...
and wait for the spark

Yeah you gotta swim, don't let yourself sink
Just find the horizon ...I promise you,
it's not as far as you think