365; I'll always miss 375.

I'd rather hear tires, than listen to the static

Than listen to them lick the pavement

(At the edge of the world)

And give up every moment to the floor.

He learned so much

But what's the point of knowledge

When that knowledge came so easily to her

Another nightmare that's a dream

Is it the norm to kneel before the edge of the world

And give up every moment to the floor.

What side says ground-war; which side says astral plane

(This side/that side)

Find out who asked for a line to be drawn

Hold my tongue between your teeth

Hold my lips between your eyes and stare me down

Truth be told, binary comes to me often

Truth says it's royally loyally subject to

Queen of suburban legend

I'd like to think her to think binary often

Run: error. Search: error.

(Truth says that binary's not worth the effort)

The error's in effort

The edge of the world

And it still seems worth the effort to be in error

Drawn to the door.

Drawn from the tires headed towards the door

And wishing deafness wishing I could

(Reject/replace)

Sunrise at the start of the driveway

Sunset at the edge of the world

Who wants to keep my promise

Who wants to meet the girl

Ecstatic

Automatic

Erotic

(Any which way we want it)

Binary comes to me softly.