Getaway Testo

Testo Getaway

Act like we didn’t see the cars
on the side of the Meadowbrook,
cracking windows just
to breathe a shot of fresh air
and the cold November breeze.

When it descends, this silence is deafening.
And its descends, and this silence is deafening.

And a ground that’s stained with leaves
is all that I can see through the window
and the yellow lines pacing above me from the back seat.

Getting high to pass the time,
getting high all the time.

You do this far much, “I know”.

And this drive is just a getaway
I could never get away from.