the ink from my pen is flowing and telling me what i feel
and all these thoughts inside me, how do i know they're real?
hands all over my body where my soul's hands used to be
i've never felt so connected, im starting to want to be me
words written on paper tell me how i want to think
sitting across the table with nothing but coffee to drink
road trips in the night help remind us who we are
it makes the beauty everywhere, and not just in the stars
the things i need to think are the things i push inside
the things i keep are easy, im only along for the ride
......
the ink from my pen is flowing and telling me what i feel
and all these thoughts inside me, how do i know they're real?
hands all over my body where my soul's hands used to be
i've never felt so connected, im starting to want to be me
words written on paper tell me how i want to think
sitting across the table with nothing but coffee to drink
road trips in the night help remind us who we are
it makes the beauty everywhere, and not just in the stars
the things i need to think are the things i push inside
the things i keep are easy, im only along for the ride
......