theres dangerous voice in the basement, and a boy walking down the stairs

a town like this could be mistaken for vegas, except its not. skylines blur together when your minds on two different ends of the world. it's vegas only the lights aren't as bright and the stakes aren't as high.

somewhere between the dead, dark fair ground and the yelling and the makeup, somewhere between North and the pet wolf and the equally dead, dark forest, you can take comfort in falling into arms and kissing and hugging. you dont know when it happened, but there is a difference between living now and living then..

coming soon; travels around the country (what it feels like to look ahead and see that youre just following yourself)