Lletres: Ryan Schmidt. Ten Days.

10 days left and I don't know why I ever felt the need to fly down the highway that Wednesday night.

9 days left and I'm home alone my parents won't pick up the goddamn phone because they're disappointed in the prodigal son

8 days left and I'm spent working off the money that I spent doing stupid things never cost me anything

Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down
Because life passes you by faster
With every mile per hour you go

7 days left and that just week I never knew I could feel so weak from doing nothing yet everything never wanted to do

6 days left and I'm still alive when I wake up tomorrow it'll five and five will melt into 4 more reasons why I never learned to swim

4 scores and 7 years ago, our founding fathers had a desire to know, what penalties lay awaiting for an unsuspecting self-respecting boy

Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down
Because life passes you by faster
With every mile per hour you go

3 days left now and I'm riding my Gary Fisher everywhere I go, taking the slow road is always worth your wait in gold

2 days left and I'm starving, starving from what I can't decide, will my hunger fade with the sunset and the rising tide?

1 day left and I can almost smell cucumber melon in your hair, as you knowingly stare at a familiar face, as replace your thoughts

of what a bad person I really am
of what horrible person I am
Cause faster spells disaster
In a language known to many hearts grown with regret
And if you consider yourself wise
My story you shall never forget