i like long car rides

it's just like ten hours

of sitting and listening to music

and talking to friends

which are both all right by me

there's smoke in the mountains

and i'm thinking about you

the right side of my back and neck

will always hurt all the time

sometimes worse that others

i have come to accept that

the sun rises behind me while i'm driving

too fast around the curves and cliffs

we pass all these shitty little

tourist stops with mini-golf courses,

go-karts, and water-slides

most of them have names from native languages

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