Flying through the empty streets
with stoplights only changing for us,
down ever familiar roads
and axiety consumed highways.

I wish every night could be like this.
Where I don’t give a damn what they think
and I feel like a little kid again.
Do we really have to go home yet?

Once tomorrow comes I have to go back
to the reality of math tests and boring classes,
so let’s just keep driving 
through these ghost towns we claimed for ourselves.