fuck yeah i am still holding on

making mountains out of molehills

trading moments in for memories

these days still mean everything to me

days that could've so easily been ignored by you

so many hours through scorching desert

man, how can i say this without sounding like some cheesy

Motley Crue song?

so much of what we do driven by thoughts of you

some names we'll never know

your smiling, imperfect faces helping us along

"are we almost there?"

for thirty minutes while the whole world exists only

in your eyes and war cries

so much of our lives driven by thoughts of you

and you and you there way in the back

could it really be?

still cannot believe that it's true...

part of your day spent thinking of us

waiting (just like i used to) for us to show up,

plug in, and share with you our hearts

and that twenty-hour drive turns into nothing at all

and for that we must

thank you