And it's 1 am and i'm screaming in my car
to a song i've loved for years
rolling my head back
and clenching the steering wheel
so hard my knuckles ache
roaring down the highway
the cigarette between my lips
crinkled and bent
i'm ready for a fucking change
i smell like beer and smoke and pot and sweat
and i'm so tired.
my throat hurts and i'm tired.
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