Lyric

Junkies will come here

To try and error every week

Bitter taste of smoke and cheap beer

It remains me of that

Time we spent at the park

Pushing through that street again

Get lost each way

Epiphany of midnight makes

Revolution in my poor brain

Worn out the authentic

Two feet four wheels

A moment kills fucking days

Over and over again

Always sliding

Always rolling

But always feeling them like

Heartbeat catch a melody