My Friends are gorgeous and shine like the stars.
And the throb in my wrist only hurts on Cold mornings.

Between Breakfast and Bed I think of goodtimes and turn my pillow over halfway through the night.

Between Feet and Concrete I've got these pedals that turn and wheels to roll.

Between You and Me I've got this old sweater and 400 miles of Interstate

And blinking red lights.

Your problems are petty.
Your blessings are many.

i didnt especially like any of it except for the ending, it was good. everything else just kinda jumped around, i gess.