i could write about how you fooled me
into thinking, you were a poet of sorts not in words
you could feel upon my lap for the gun
since I'm driving, just to make our pursuers swerve
we could stop- practice our aim or drive on
still towards the setting sun, see Cali by sun up on a beach
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
i could write about how you fooled me
into thinking, you were a poet of sorts not in words
you could feel upon my lap for the gun
since I'm driving, just to make our pursuers swerve
we could stop- practice our aim or drive on
still towards the setting sun, see Cali by sun up on a beach
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