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Here the highway lights stretch on for miles.

This city is an endless sea of neon

and I'm lost in the signs that are supposed to be directing me.



I'm speeding down this road at one hundred miles and hour,

but I swear my heart's going twice as fast.

And griping this leather feels wrong,

maybe I should get off the shoulder

and figure out what I'm really thinking.



I forget all of my inhibitions

that this white and yellow concrete demands;

I let go of my steering wheel and

let the vehicle take me where it sees fits.



The neon of this city is blurring with the words

that have been confusing me

and all I hear is the sound of screeching tires

and bewildred car horns,

and I'm wondering if the insurance still pays if

they figure out that I'm not wearing a seatbelt.



Maybe if I crash this car tonight

you'll forget I broke your heart.