Comic books in the backset
My head's on the armrest, I'm trying to sleep
But when we go down
The stars won't look the same anymore
We stayed up past the curfew
Had too much to talk about and nothing to lose
The crickets kept down
We stayed on that sidewalk 'till two
Summer nights
Can't wait for this to end
Satellites
Go crashing on a whim
Your headlights
The last thing I see before I die
I built myself up a temple
Made of self-confidence and a laptop screen
So won't you get out?
I know that the cracks will show through