You gather things to you like an old road.
I’ve traveled down your body,
like
speeding down a highway without a care
in the world.
You took
my innocence left on a pillowcase next to me
In the misty rain
The feeling of a mistake overwhelms me
And your smile so fake it cracks
Shades
over your eyes
Your wild hair flying in the wind
But the shotgun seat’s filled with old hopes
and dreams
The dirt road
we once traveled, torn apart from your lies
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