You don't like to drive far,
It makes you car sick.
So today I drove from border to border,
Because you'd never follow me all that distance.
But in spirit you came,
In your old stick shift.
Driving circles inside my dizzy head.
And instead it was me who was car sick.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
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