We both had enough of the poison Springtime
So you picked me up, and you started driving.
The street's Westbound,
rain and wipers pound.
We can be reborn if we can just depart
our town.
Race away--
--like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
...take 84 past the county line.
Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
'til we're fine.
Do they ever feel it?
--Someone does!
The grinding. Rewinding,
hit play to repeat
and then
get paid.
The payoff?
You'll stave off
14 lies from their dead end eyes
for one fortnight.
Be forthright.
Am I blind?
Or do I detect that
our headaches kind of rhyme?
Make us reborn this time; phoenix down and back upright.
Continued the drive and the world we're righting.
We killed our time
and came back to life
Just in time to return to our twinkling
town lights.
When we have our fill of the pissant Summer,
let me pick you up and we'll head out driving.
past the Cannery
until Rouse turns free
our zipped up obits that we can't speak
cleanly.
Race away--
--like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
...take 84 past the county line.
Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
'til we're fine.
Let the rain keep time
on the sunroof.
You'll be fine...
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
We both had enough of the poison Springtime
So you picked me up, and you started driving.
The street's Westbound,
rain and wipers pound.
We can be reborn if we can just depart
our town.
Race away--
--like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
...take 84 past the county line.
Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
'til we're fine.
Do they ever feel it?
--Someone does!
The grinding. Rewinding,
hit play to repeat
and then
get paid.
The payoff?
You'll stave off
14 lies from their dead end eyes
for one fortnight.
Be forthright.
Am I blind?
Or do I detect that
our headaches kind of rhyme?
Make us reborn this time; phoenix down and back upright.
Continued the drive and the world we're righting.
We killed our time
and came back to life
Just in time to return to our twinkling
town lights.
When we have our fill of the pissant Summer,
let me pick you up and we'll head out driving.
past the Cannery
until Rouse turns free
our zipped up obits that we can't speak
cleanly.
Race away--
--like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
...take 84 past the county line.
Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
'til we're fine.
Let the rain keep time
on the sunroof.
You'll be fine...
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