Night Drive

You are the weakness, my perfection
I'm searching for you, a dear reception
Timing counted up to this day
Driving and screaming, throw night away
We're something effortless, impossible if tried
I'm running to you but I run out of time
If this is it I'll gladly lose breath
Embrace the ending, for pursuit is death

Carry Out

I've turned from desire
Lost and tired
She was a settled mind
Someone else's to find
I'm gripping on tendencies
Losing my realities
I make these eyes see
I force her words to be
Betrayed optimism
Wicked skepticism
Absent voices add to hope
I will never see clearly, vision choked
Romanticized
Idealized
Visualized
Realized