you and i are running through the city at night
and all the lights tell me that i'm wasting my time
over and over and over it goes
over and over and over it goes
you're the line running through my journals at night
and all the type tells me that i'm wasting my life
over and over and over it goes
over and over and over it goes
god wasn't writing enough
god wasn't writing enough
and i wasn't writing enough