Hand out the window
treading air.
No seat belts and country songs
filtered through the radio.
Cornfields racing by in the peripheral.
I was quite in love,
with your old truck's feel.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Hand out the window
treading air.
No seat belts and country songs
filtered through the radio.
Cornfields racing by in the peripheral.
I was quite in love,
with your old truck's feel.
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