Highway

"i got my thumb out on the highway, and i know that she doesn't drive this way.
if you see her, tell her i made a song from the dial tone, i made a paper mache glider plane from our unfinished poem."


"Though I could live forever between the lines of your teeth
and eat nothing but memory and purge myself clean.
You are a dream.
We are a nightmare sometimes.
But if you wake up terrified
I'll be there to hold you,
fold you in the pockets of my faith
and say, "We'll be ok.""