Sore Throats

If it weren't for this cold I would.
Would have stood here for hours and so.
Letting wind whip drops into my hood filling up. I would try not to drown.
I cant see street lines anymore.

Its night like these. In my car and I'm singing off key with all of my might watching brake lights shine bright.
I finally see what can be.

Now I find myself driving down roads.
Eyes closed shut. Lifetime on the radio.
Water coming from eyes hood and nose.
Ari sing me home...