I've come to realize that your not from this town
You are some long place away
The trash that I live in
I walk the streets
or drive my car
I know all the drug dealers
And all of them know me.
All the hippie guys
who are stuck on some concept
smoke ****
eat shrooms
become god
kinda concept
All the rednecks
Trucks and Jeans
tabacco spit
This trash town
that I love so much
the gas stations
at midnight
we are lost as can be
but what does it matter
when you aren't here
you're in some far town
across years of rain soaked highways
bright headlights
miles
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
I've come to realize that your not from this town
You are some long place away
The trash that I live in
I walk the streets
or drive my car
I know all the drug dealers
And all of them know me.
All the hippie guys
who are stuck on some concept
smoke ****
eat shrooms
become god
kinda concept
All the rednecks
Trucks and Jeans
tabacco spit
This trash town
that I love so much
the gas stations
at midnight
we are lost as can be
but what does it matter
when you aren't here
you're in some far town
across years of rain soaked highways
bright headlights
miles
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