Like A Siren To My Blood Paroles

vanished without a trace.

one lost but our beauty found.
we etched those letters into the ground.
tonight we smoke and drive around,
but come august, COME AUGUST

we're driving up,
i'm coming down.
we're making plans
and i like how they sound.

WE'RE GONNA FUCK UP THIS TOWN

i wont be driving home anymore
you will all just be faces in a drawer

the guilt in my stomach,
the wind in my face.
an epiphany i'd tell you i loved you,
if i knew who i was.

I FEEL A GREAT ENIGMA

AND THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND

DO TOO.