Speechless

Fuck yeah I am still holding on
 Making mountains out of molehills
 Trading moments in for memories
 These days still mean everything to me
 Days that could've so easily been ignored by you
 So many hours through scorching desert
 Man, how can I say this without sounding like some cheesy
 Motley Crüe song?
 So much of what we do driven by thoughts of you
 Some names we'll never know
 Your smiling, imperfect faces helping us along
 "Are we almost there?"
 For thirty minutes while the whole world exists only
 In your eyes and war cries
 So much of our lives driven by thoughts of you
 And you and you there way in the back
 Could it really be?
 Still cannot believe that it's true
 Part of your day spent thinking of us
 Waiting (just like I used to) for us to show up
 Plug in, and share with you our hearts
 And that twenty-hour drive turns into nothing at all
 And for that we must
 Thank you