Like our dreams and wishes scraped from a hopeful finger onto the windscreen of your car,
One day we might get on that plane and fly far,
But for now, this road will do,
driving to nowhere with you.
We'll stay tonight in this hotel,
While we're on the run from hell,
No one will understand our complication,
While we're on the escape from communication.
We can lie here all night gazing into mirrored eyes,
While the world around us spins with fears and lies.
I want to begin my life with you,
I want to confess all my regrets with you,
I want to cry my way home with you,
I want to look into the mutual heart broken eyes of our parents, with you.
I want you hear the reaction of the town when the story spreads, with you.
I want to spend every hour of my dragged out life, with you.
For now, this road will do,
driving to nowhere with you.
Because your Misery will always love you.
