Rose

I roll the window down
          And then begin to breathe in
          The darkest country road
          And the strong scent of evergreen
          From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
          
          Then looking upwards
          I strain my eyes and try
          To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
          From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
          
          "do they collide?" 
          I ask and you smile.
          With my feet on the dash
          The world doesn't matter.
          
          When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
          When you need directions then i'll be the guide
          For all time. 
          For all time.
          -Death cab for Cutie, Passenger Seat

is that the twenty one pilot logo??

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