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You start the car and i'll pack the sandwiches,
maybe well miss the rain,
the side of the road,
the edge of tomorrow,
trading spots again.
I'm still infatuated
I'm feeling obligated
my minds a million miles away i'm sorry
the day starts at two o'clock
and
the worst parts that im pretending
that i feel half alive
i think i sold my name.
Driving down the interstate alone
ohhhohhhohhhhh
with a ghost i named it
after you
you
you.
sorry that my camera sucks.