Filling up on all memories

For the long drive

It's a long drive

It's a long drive

Trail of glitter and confetti

And souvenirs behind

On a long high

On a long high

Making up the map-markers

Tagging them as we go

Houses we used to live

Forgotten ghosts

I swear i only engage them when silently alone

So we cut through all the silence verbal pocket-knives

It's a long drive