i pulled over for a teabag i thought of you, it wasn't bad you had direction and drive and you arrived at closing time to find they wiped down the bar and left you try to true again and they built you a bed laid your head to rest
you maybe proud then as it was always wish
for thought i would imagine you off maybe i could see you again we could sit down and have a moment
and talk about your suicide and i would put away your death
if you could put away the dope
and all our enemies, well there's no time for you to know them any crooked mind disease
but hopeless fools they will be missing you i pulled over for nostalgia
i thought of suffering the joke no one delivered the punchline
no resolution is here i couldn't sharpen the view
and it's still drawn to you waiting on the new but then this story has no end as we continue driving.
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