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[roobusta]

I find solice in my solitude
but no peace from the roar.
Green light, green light, green light
All I see is red.
I need to see the coast, see the black, see the sky
I need to feel that way again
and revel in the dark places I once fell from.
I can't keep my head up.
Late night, long drive
Framed by street lights and cigarettes
I'm jealous of the smoke escaping out my window.
When dawn breaks, so do I.