"The road, a yellow line unfolds
Jagged then corrodes, Pomona first of all
Machines they rush in a trance
Engines of despair
The taste of desert air
The wheels while we turn
Slowly will burn
Follow me, will you?
Follow me, will you?
Follow me down until
I will admire
Oh, I need someone who will
In parking lots you learned
Boredom made you small
Asphalt and the oil
Conversations dull
Memories pull you down
Engine presses toward
The dark the future holds
Will bring some bright morning"
Drive desperate played on the radio by Cold War Kids, as Billie and Elijah made their way to New York.
As they drove into New York they leaned into kiss, quickly.
When Billie was talking to Elijah at night he seemed off.
He was giggling most of the time, talking, and finally he feel asleep, so she hung up.
Was he drunk? She wonder
She let it slide by.
They threw their bags on the living room couch.
Except Elijah's black backpack, he kept it on his back.
She didn't mind.
I want to dance Elijah, with you, Billie grabbed a hold of Elijah's hand.
He stay plastered to the floor.
"Please, for me" she soften her face pouting her lips like a baby, her voice soft.
Billie--
She tugged at his backpack with her other hand.
"Fine only one dance, but we have to move the furniture around."
I'll help, she reply with her triumph face, grin expanded from ear to ear causing her cheeks to become red.
How is it we always end up listening to your music instead of mine?
"I rule Elijah, it's that simple."
He walked closer to her placing his hands around her petite frame.
Billie smile as he wrapped her inside of him.
She pulled them closer by placing her hands around his neck.
"Simple", and she kissed his neck, her lips lingering longer then intended.
"Ooh I'm a mess right now
Inside out
Searching for a sweet surrender
But this is not the end
I can't work it out
How?
Going through the motions
Going through us
And though I've known it for the longest time
And all my hope
All my words are all over written on the signs
But you're my road walking me home
Home, home, home, home"
"Ed." He stated with a look.
"Yes, Ed, do you have other suggestions?"
"Nope, this is fine." He kissed her temple as they moved swiftly around the living room.
He lead.
"I like this, us dancing... the moment,"Elijah said.
"Likewise."
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Meadow's Roses
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