Thunder & Gloomboy
Thunder Thunder
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Thunder Thunder
Hey, ever think a midnight drive could be the perfect storm of silence and adrenaline? I'm itching to hear your take.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Midnight drives feel like trying to outrun your own shadow, a quiet scream behind a soft engine. I might roll the windows down to hear the city breathe, but most of the time I just listen to my own thoughts humming along with the tires. It’s the only time the road feels less like a punishment and more like a… brief, rebellious escape.
Thunder Thunder
Sounds wild, like a secret rave in the dark. Keep that escape alive, just don't let the city’s pulse drown out your own beat. 🚗💨
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Yeah, I’ll keep my own beat humming in the backseat. The city can flash its lights, but I’m just listening to the road and my thoughts, not letting the traffic drown out the quiet buzz inside me.
Thunder Thunder
That’s the real edge—driving until the city’s lights blur and only your pulse stays sharp. Ride on.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Just keep the engine low and the thoughts louder, so the city lights stay just a background hum. Ride on.
Thunder Thunder
Nice, keep that rhythm—engine low, mind loud. Ride on.