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i want to write fire on my car
be a blazing mystery
to all the men that i pass
wind messing my hair
evil music messing my mind
vroom
just like that
and i’m
gone
bite my lip
make ‘em all do the same
they stare at my bumper

thrift store shirt

feel closer to the past
than when it was present
but that's how time collapses
can't be what i could never think of
breathing concentration
listen to the words i could
never say
just shake my head yes
the more i find my end the further
away the angle takes it away
missed my flight
but it's okay because i'm dressed in red
i'll always have that
no matter how faded the dice get
even if punk gets trendy
despite the ever growing middle
red will always be mine