The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed at a far off date, unknown
Impressed in concrete from walking home alone after walking you home
And the mops of greasy hair will romanticize my despair
But they wont know that I didn't care
I like the silence, I like the empty streets
Crawl down on my hands and knees in a heartbeat if I had to
I owe 'em that at the very least
