Predictable

Out here on my own,

Leaving soon to find,

A road of my own,

You are left behind



Riding on a bus,

Feeling,

feeling,





thrown





Finally,

I

See

.

.

.

us.



By land or sea or foam



Riding in that BIG damn car





My knees, up!

Asleep, on the seat





Seeing you for who you are





Takes a Slice of me that you should meet

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