highway to the red bridge
Highway
Highway to the red bridge on my way home from Dad's date
I guess both families should get along, I'm in bad taste
When I skip school, my best days, I'd move the moon just have space
I begged Dad to take us home instead of sleeping over and Dad caved
2 am in the fast lane
Like we truly Em and his Bad mate
Soothing air cuz I had faith it'd smoothly end, this drag-day
But tension on me, I just heard we're moving out
I know
But I don't know, more problems,
I'm so low and in solace
My bro-bro don't snore much he doze froze like columns
He precious like Gollum's ring, hoped for and he's flawless
In the back of the Citroen, his eyes shut
I'm wide open in the front like I'm Aguero
But the score low and the ball ripped
But don't even get me talking about football,
No chance of hitting my goals
But it's okay cuz I've always been on survival mode
It's kinda hard to go miss things when you don't even enjoy life
Instead of getting in boy fights
I should ask myself when this boy fights
My comfort zone, man, is getting ripped
My friendships, they're getting shipped
Suddenly I stop caring if me and my crush getting shipped
Convinced Dad to at least finish my school instead of getting switched
But Lisbon, the city I grew up and lived in is getting slipped
From under me, my grandparents, they suddenly
Miles away and the memories of Mom and me
Lose the place of origin cuz the apartment is gonna be
Sold off in one year, at least in that time I comfortably
Can take time and summon peace
Another heartbreak, I swear someone must think
I deserve all of this loss the way life is punishing like a machine
It's not that I hate Dad's girl
This is just too fast for me
Last year I didn't even know her and now I have 3 step-siblings
They're nice too and I hate that
When I'm not in school I can't break that
Barrier so I come off as a jerk
When really all I wanna do is jerk off as I cum, often
And search porn, there's no thoughts, as I nurt--
Okay, okay, okay, okay, what am I thinking?
I can't wait to get to sleep
My introspection is getting weird
We're close to the bridge and city, I recognize the road we're in
Big truck in front of us, he's 55 and won't slow down
He's got to, I make no sound
Dad's eyes kinda go down, he's tired, it's a long route
A car is coming like from south
The truck stops, our car doesn't
I scream dad, he acts but as he turns left to avoid it
We drift out it's too fast, fuck!
Slow-motion, car drifts as I immediately turn and switch back
To protective mode, as the kid fast asleep
So I gotta try and reach, grab him
Put my hand on my brother's neck
Yeah, I gotta save him from the whiplash
If someone dies tonight it's not him
I'm just thanking God that I think fast
Am I gonna die? I don't wanna die
All of this cuz I wanted home tonight
I wish I could tell Kate and all my friends that I'm gonna miss 'em
Hope she doesn't cry
Is God real? Will I meet Mom?
I have more to give though, I'm worth a life
I won't give her parents yet another loss
So I swear to God I'm leaving so alive
Hold my brother steady, don't wake up now
Getting my neck ready if I go down
Car hit and we drifting off of the road divider but there's no sound
Ear ringing tho my role sound
Making sure that the bro sound
Elbow on the seat, seatbelt tight
Dad takes the wheel and it rolls out
Wait a minute, we're alive
I can't believe we survived
Highway, then the red bridge as we start seeing Lisbon lights
My brother still sleeping tight
And no one got injured tonight
We spend the whole trip focused
As we get home there's this quiet
And then we take him to bed
Then I go to mine like it's a coal instead
This the solaced mind after a storm has fled
Stoic eyes when out the row of death
This is no trauma, it's a reminder that I'm still alive
So now I'm grateful as I go to bed cuz I have school and I can't be sleep-deprived
Highway to the red bridge on my way home from Dad's date
I guess both families should get along, I'm in bad taste
When I skip school, my best days, I'd move the moon just have space
I begged Dad to take us home instead of sleeping over and Dad caved
2 am in the fast lane
Like we truly Em and his Bad mate
Soothing air cuz I had faith it'd smoothly end, this drag-day
But tension on me, I just heard we're moving out
I know
But I don't know, more problems,
I'm so low and in solace
My bro-bro don't snore much he doze froze like columns
He precious like Gollum's ring, hoped for and he's flawless
In the back of the Citroen, his eyes shut
I'm wide open in the front like I'm Aguero
But the score low and the ball ripped
But don't even get me talking about football,
No chance of hitting my goals
But it's okay cuz I've always been on survival mode
It's kinda hard to go miss things when you don't even enjoy life
Instead of getting in boy fights
I should ask myself when this boy fights
My comfort zone, man, is getting ripped
My friendships, they're getting shipped
Suddenly I stop caring if me and my crush getting shipped
Convinced Dad to at least finish my school instead of getting switched
But Lisbon, the city I grew up and lived in is getting slipped
From under me, my grandparents, they suddenly
Miles away and the memories of Mom and me
Lose the place of origin cuz the apartment is gonna be
Sold off in one year, at least in that time I comfortably
Can take time and summon peace
Another heartbreak, I swear someone must think
I deserve all of this loss the way life is punishing like a machine
It's not that I hate Dad's girl
This is just too fast for me
Last year I didn't even know her and now I have 3 step-siblings
They're nice too and I hate that
When I'm not in school I can't break that
Barrier so I come off as a jerk
When really all I wanna do is jerk off as I cum, often
And search porn, there's no thoughts, as I nurt--
Okay, okay, okay, okay, what am I thinking?
I can't wait to get to sleep
My introspection is getting weird
We're close to the bridge and city, I recognize the road we're in
Big truck in front of us, he's 55 and won't slow down
He's got to, I make no sound
Dad's eyes kinda go down, he's tired, it's a long route
A car is coming like from south
The truck stops, our car doesn't
I scream dad, he acts but as he turns left to avoid it
We drift out it's too fast, fuck!
Slow-motion, car drifts as I immediately turn and switch back
To protective mode, as the kid fast asleep
So I gotta try and reach, grab him
Put my hand on my brother's neck
Yeah, I gotta save him from the whiplash
If someone dies tonight it's not him
I'm just thanking God that I think fast
Am I gonna die? I don't wanna die
All of this cuz I wanted home tonight
I wish I could tell Kate and all my friends that I'm gonna miss 'em
Hope she doesn't cry
Is God real? Will I meet Mom?
I have more to give though, I'm worth a life
I won't give her parents yet another loss
So I swear to God I'm leaving so alive
Hold my brother steady, don't wake up now
Getting my neck ready if I go down
Car hit and we drifting off of the road divider but there's no sound
Ear ringing tho my role sound
Making sure that the bro sound
Elbow on the seat, seatbelt tight
Dad takes the wheel and it rolls out
Wait a minute, we're alive
I can't believe we survived
Highway, then the red bridge as we start seeing Lisbon lights
My brother still sleeping tight
And no one got injured tonight
We spend the whole trip focused
As we get home there's this quiet
And then we take him to bed
Then I go to mine like it's a coal instead
This the solaced mind after a storm has fled
Stoic eyes when out the row of death
This is no trauma, it's a reminder that I'm still alive
So now I'm grateful as I go to bed cuz I have school and I can't be sleep-deprived
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Writer(s): Pedro Batista
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