"and it happens"
i built a freeway through this fog. she paints
cold hands with water. i will be useless
as i drive.
my lonely heart will drift. engine steam
blows in our reckless dreams, darlin'
just let me in.
some hearts are shallow graves. to stand knee deep
in ocean water, feels
just like a pond.
i've seen the sadness of singers, sadness of winners,
when we dove into the water
i knew my mind was made.
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