Cost of living

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If the boy said he’d come overDidn’t show up
And the ex you’re still in love with

Is at the bottom of your cup
What would happen if I packed a bag

And spun around the room
Drove that way for a while,

Burnt rubber my perfume
Try and find a small town where

My phone loses reception
There’s an appeal to disappearing,

A societal defection
Off the grid, a nation of my own,

Self reliant, self determined, relations unknown
The boarders reach from my license plate

To the bumper
A young girl’s symphony plays

Of teenage love and abusive mothers
How far do you drive?

How much love have you lost?
How much money is spent?

What’s the emotional cost?

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Late night thoughts

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I saw her, you’re not being very indiescreet. She’s skinnier than me, prettier than me, possibly funnier than me. Maybe she’s easier to handle. You didn’t even try but I guess you could tell pretty quick that I’d be more work than I’m worth. Maybe her parents are abusive, or she has a drug problem, or she’s seceretly depressed. Or. She’s an “or”, I’m an “and”. You want the girl who silently cries herself to sleep, but wakes you up with a blowjob. Why would you want a hurricane.