We mustn't let her have a car.
She'll drive far away.
But I heard about the black ninety four accord,
I thought I'd name it Roomba.
And drive to her house,
or stop on the way home and sit under the stars.
I thought about how I'd sleep in it when I was tired,
eat in it when I'm hungry,
sit in it
maybe
with someone else.
Feed it,
clean it,
put nice things in it.
Drive to the beach.
Drive up the mountains.
Drive into the sky.
Drive into the ground.
Maybe he was right.
I mustn't have a car.
I'd drive far away.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
We mustn't let her have a car.
She'll drive far away.
But I heard about the black ninety four accord,
I thought I'd name it Roomba.
And drive to her house,
or stop on the way home and sit under the stars.
I thought about how I'd sleep in it when I was tired,
eat in it when I'm hungry,
sit in it
maybe
with someone else.
Feed it,
clean it,
put nice things in it.
Drive to the beach.
Drive up the mountains.
Drive into the sky.
Drive into the ground.
Maybe he was right.
I mustn't have a car.
I'd drive far away.
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