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Miles and minutes Trading time for a timeline I'd rather not finish Stick it out and ill be fine Passing space Metal matter flowing far below me It must be the high tide I love to race Encroaching, live for the second Adrenaline dripline Barely alive but still doing fine Seperate my body and mind Laughing as everyone else, doing their best to undermine As i stick my wheels to the curb ***** four wheel drive One more dead end suburb I lost any reason i had left to strive But im still right here I havent moved in so **** long In the seat of my car Still hearing the same **** songs Still partaking in life as it may come Still drinking gas station pop I was told the world would pass me by But turns out my world follows me And I dont mind Passing their world by Space seems so far away And im still worried about words Ideas die when action is taken Stones are broken as we discern Rebuilding feels so akin To leaving no stone unturned And as my temepered glass view finder Drifts father through the rubble I can see promise And i can see the death of each and every one of them
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Highway town
Miles and minutes Trading time for a timeline I'd rather not finish Stick it out and ill be fine Passing space Metal matter flowing far below me It must be the high tide I love to race Encroaching, live for the second Adrenaline dripline Barely alive but still doing fine Seperate my body and mind Laughing as everyone else, doing their best to undermine As i stick my wheels to the curb ***** four wheel drive One more dead end suburb I lost any reason i had left to strive But im still right here I havent moved in so **** long In the seat of my car Still hearing the same **** songs Still partaking in life as it may come Still drinking gas station pop I was told the world would pass me by But turns out my world follows me And I dont mind Passing their world by Space seems so far away And im still worried about words Ideas die when action is taken Stones are broken as we discern Rebuilding feels so akin To leaving no stone unturned And as my temepered glass view finder Drifts father through the rubble I can see promise And i can see the death of each and every one of them
Just a feeling
#town#drive#window#lonely#loner#wheels#life#promise#leaf#turn#over#death#cycle#nature#help#please
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
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