Texty: The One AM Radio. I Think This Is My Exit.

no one else is on the street tonight, and you've never seen the city look so bright. you could go so far in your car and never stop, but you just keep on circling the block. home is not so far away. you've just forgotten the way. the roads all look the same to your weary eyes. the site where a car crash accidentally lies. you've got so much faith in your teardrop heart, as the seams of your seatbelt fall silently apart. you've just forgotten the way