I-75 Confessions i think i can name every exit from your house to mine. i know these midnight highways i hear their conversations saying something about nothing & it means everything to me. All this was made in secret All we have is nothing. you told me my hair felt like feathers theres one piece in back thats longer than the rest. drives me crazy sometimes. but i don't think i'll ever cut it off. fearing to tread on ice with you. we've got better footing together. nights like these held you in their arms. and i'm racing home to forget them... |