Love Songs On a Bike, In the Cold, and At Night

I was listening to some songs of love
On my way home from work
It was dark
And cold
I just had my little phone flashlight
No coat
And about two miles of hills ahead of me

And it turns out
When you ride your bike
In the cold
With songs of love
And at night
They turn into songs of tragedy
With about two miles ahead of you

But then I looked up at the sky
And I saw the stars
And I remembered
That it was okay, actually
And that I had chosen this

So unless you can look up and see the stars
Don't go riding at night
In the cold
Listening to songs of love
With about two miles ahead of you
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