Snakebites

We were thriving on snakebites and we were lost in the winds of the southern pines

we came alive in the summertime but you don't know what happens when the news doesn't come in time that what we built doesn't stand so high

Now I'm driving through late nights

shaking a fist to the winds and your fear of heights

we were alive in the summertime but we don't know what happens when our particles collide

Throughout these days and across time despite how big the sky is

it never lost a single bird even the ones that flew the highest