The dryer spins it's cycle out
heated and roaring
Stout through out the restless night
spent churning the day over
in my mind.
Blunt, M, saved lives, little escape
got woven into stories about
SoCal amigos, tattoos and lingo
on top of that M, on top of that hill
it was her that tripped, but me that f
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