fuck yeah i am still holding on 

making mountains out of molehills 

trading moments in for memories 

these days still mean everything to me 

days that could抳e so easily been ignored by you 

so many hours through scorching desert 

man, how can i say this without sounding like some cheesy 

M鰐ley Cr黣 song? 

so much of what we do driven by thoughts of you 

some names we抣l never know 

your smiling, imperfect faces helping us along

"are we almost there?" 

for thirty minutes while the whole world exists only 

in your eyes and war cries 

so much of our lives driven by thoughts of you 

and you and you there way in the back 

could it really be? 

still cannot believe that it抯 true...

part of your day spent thinking of us 

waiting (just like i used to) for us to show up, 

plug in, and share with you our hearts

and that twenty-hour drive turns into nothing at all 

and for that we must 

thank you