lost my backpack
it had my last
feeling of hope
lost my nikes
helped me run when
i was feeling alone
120 down the street
flash your fucking beams
crash my fucking car
crash my fucking car
feelings tonight
no time to fight it
on roads on the heights
we drive just to die
and then sometimes stay alive
there's only time to fight
but really we got no time for anything
my car fits four
but fuck it get five
we'll make it out alright
swear the end of the road
i'll drop you off and go
and i got to speed home
well be alright
well make it out
well be alright
well make it out
120 down the street
flash your fucking beams
crash my fucking car
crash my fucking car
I fall I fall I fall
And im still still speeding on
I fall I fall I fall
And my hands letting go
I fall I fall I fall
And im still speeding on
I fall I fall I fall
I fall I fall I fall
