i've been trying to load for hours
the trunk is empty and the screen is blank
i'm tanking up the miles until i see rain again
wait for the strike to bike its own way out
i will serve you my leftovers first
a course of course most deserving
there are three chances left before tomorrow
one is the raincloud
one is a gas station
one is in the bathroom mirror
i turned the music up louder than morning
i opened the window into the cold
shivered through new exits
acoustic on-ramps
home to no home from home
word bound
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