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Miles and Miles and miles Constant fake smiles And so much small talk When there's big talk to be had Tired feet and sore driving hands Hundreds of dollars on coffee **** where are my smokes? Lost under the seat Most likely Monty In the car please Need to leave this place Moving on to the next state Both geographically, and of mind Leave these faded memories behind And move on to the new chapter Of my life's extremely cheap And poorly constructed Scrapbook Map out New territories And fresh beginnings To feel like I'm productive Because normally, I sit in silence I wonder what people with lives do From one day to the next Do they have fun with Staying constant? Stable?
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Moving Mind