Because In My Mind You'Re a Sunday Drive
Let me be consumed by you
Your song, your soul, your body of work that reads like a road map towards some vague destination
A place in my heart now void of its contempt
This is a long drive for someone who couldn't read traffic signs , smooth sailing under yellow lights into a city of your grand design
I'm on my way giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl
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