Van Beers

I see a sunset fade into the haze
Of a dim-lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day
We have poor hygiene
Far from clean but never felt so pure
We reek of a fresh sweat and stale beer
It smells like paradise
Here
When we grow up we may lose touch
But we gotta stay strong because we’re so young
Please stay strong
All we know are these highway roads
Sketchy parking lots we consider our homes
I know it sounds crazy, yet
We fall hard asleep, it’s rare that we worry
We’re only here until we are gone
So somebody, will you tell me what’s the
Hurry?
Fingers crossed that the cops don’t come
And I’m one hundred percent
Positive
That we never found all the empty cans
Under the van seats
We’re too busy sharing stories
And laughing
About how boring
Any situation can be
If there’s nobody trying to make the best of everything
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us
Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us
Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust
Enough is never quite enough
Unless we cherish what is given to us