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I knock back water bottles And drive down the empty highway My eyes focused on the fuel gauge Pull into the gas station Pay too much for too little Whatever, its only money I'm almost there Countless miles behind me Fuckfuckfuckfuck It hits me My brain goes into overdrive Every possible reality plays out in my mind All of them detached from reality I think with such certainty I almost say hello to my breakfast again I pull over I put the seat all the way back And stare out the moon roof All the clouds look like you I guzzle down another water bottle It helps disperse the biblical disaster that is my stomach I reach tentatively for my cell phone I dial your number seven times before i get the ***** to call You answer. I panic. You sound good. You tell me you miss me. Fireworks. Marching bands. The key to the city I answer calmly. That i will arrive shortly We hang up. I drive faster then scientists thought possible.
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Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Driving
I knock back water bottles And drive down the empty highway My eyes focused on the fuel gauge Pull into the gas station Pay too much for too little Whatever, its only money I'm almost there Countless miles behind me Fuckfuckfuckfuck It hits me My brain goes into overdrive Every possible reality plays out in my mind All of them detached from reality I think with such certainty I almost say hello to my breakfast again I pull over I put the seat all the way back And stare out the moon roof All the clouds look like you I guzzle down another water bottle It helps disperse the biblical disaster that is my stomach I reach tentatively for my cell phone I dial your number seven times before i get the ***** to call You answer. I panic. You sound good. You tell me you miss me. Fireworks. Marching bands. The key to the city I answer calmly. That i will arrive shortly We hang up. I drive faster then scientists thought possible.
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Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
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