Curate all your memories
Get it just the way you like
There’s no room ugly truth or honesty
Or weird red eyes or bad light
Walking out will never look cool again
Cowards never age real well
On the Road is only good through a certain lens
For everybody else it’s hell
Look away from everybody’s glance
Soak in the blue light of a screen
You can’t sleep and you won’t laugh or dance
There’s nothing wrong that you can see
Walking out will never look cool again
Cowards never age real well
On the Road is only good through a certain lens
For everybody else it’s hell