queen of suburban legend

365; I'll always miss 375.
 I'd rather hear tires, than listen to the static
 Than listen to them lick the pavement
 (At the edge of the world)
 And give up every moment to the floor.
 He learned so much
 But what's the point of knowledge
 When that knowledge came so easily to her
 Another nightmare that's a dream
 Is it the norm to kneel before the edge of the world
 And give up every moment to the floor.
 What side says ground-war; which side says astral plane
 (This side/that side)
 Find out who asked for a line to be drawn
 Hold my tongue between your teeth
 Hold my lips between your eyes and stare me down
 Truth be told, binary comes to me often
 Truth says it's royally loyally subject to
 Queen of suburban legend
 I'd like to think her to think binary often
 Run: error. Search: error.
 (Truth says that binary's not worth the effort)
 The error's in effort
 The edge of the world
 And it still seems worth the effort to be in error
 Drawn to the door.
 Drawn from the tires headed towards the door
 And wishing deafness wishing I could
 (Reject/replace)
 Sunrise at the start of the driveway
 Sunset at the edge of the world
 Who wants to keep my promise
 Who wants to meet the girl
 Ecstatic
 Automatic
 Erotic
 (Any which way we want it)
 Binary comes to me softly.