For the last fifty miles I've been trying to write
To the tempo of turn signals.
And I'm not getting very far, regardless of how fast I drive.
This car is filling up with smoke
I can't see past my own nose
But it's feeding me with all the right notes.
My eyes are fighting sleep
And these headlights flickering
Aren't helping.
Tapped in.
14 years ago
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