It was cold, and we just sat in the car
Seeing who could play the better song
I watched the familiar figures in a foggy
window right in front of me
from my passenger seat
That's always been my life.
I'll go for the ride, and end up staying in my seat, listening the night away.
Thinking.
I'm so good at it, too.
Whatever it is.
Knowing who I am, I suppose.
I never go inside.
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