when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,
at four in the morning you know where ill be:
out running red lights ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL.
the sirens feed my nightmares.
i just close my eyes & im already here;
ITS ALREADY TOO LATE.
i know its nothing but lies, but they sound so sincere;
i find them too hard to hate.& she calls from the doorway "
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