Van Beers - Tiny Moving Parts

I see a sunset fade into the haze

Of a dim-lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day

We have poor hygiene

Far from clean but never felt so pure

We reek of a fresh sweat and stale beer

It smells like paradise

Here

When we grow up we may lose touch

But we gotta stay strong because we’re so young

Please stay strong

All we know are these highway roads

Sketchy parking lots we consider our homes

I know it sounds crazy, yet

We fall hard asleep, it’s rare that we worry

We’re only here until we are gone

So somebody, will you tell me what’s the

Hurry?

Fingers crossed that the cops don’t come

And I’m one hundred percent

Positive

That we never found all the empty cans

Under the van seats

We’re too busy sharing stories

And laughing

About how boring

Any situation can be

If there’s nobody trying to make the best of everything

Enough is never quite enough

Unless we cherish what is given to us

Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust

Enough is never quite enough

Unless we cherish what is given to us

Oh dear, when you love both fear and rust

Enough is never quite enough

Unless we cherish what is given to us