These walls are crumbling. These colors are fading fast. And our wheels are wearing down faster than our confidence. We know who we are.
As the scrapes from yesterday heal, we learn how to bandage the new ones. If the wood breaks on impact, I hope the bonds that we formed don't repeat the process. And as the sun retreats over concrete, we'll let the battery burn and leave the headlights on all night. These lights will burn all night.
Go ahead, put that fence back up. We'll just tear it right back down again. We'll bend the bars, tear apart the links, and just keep on moving.