six AM
on the road
the sky is screaming purple
and cars speeding
and headlights leaving trails
of orange tears
the air tastes like
tangerine
and i lost my glasses this morning
mosaic mosaic
in the backseat
on century roads
like we're high
hell
like we're high
can't see
past my the back of my hand
don't know
don't know
what to think
when I'm not driving
flying
past it all
fast
but I'm so slow
so dead
might as well forget
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
six AM
on the road
the sky is screaming purple
and cars speeding
and headlights leaving trails
of orange tears
the air tastes like
tangerine
and i lost my glasses this morning
mosaic mosaic
in the backseat
on century roads
like we're high
hell
like we're high
can't see
past my the back of my hand
don't know
don't know
what to think
when I'm not driving
flying
past it all
fast
but I'm so slow
so dead
might as well forget
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