im smoking my lucky ciggarette to classic rock on the FM radio driving to an undisclosed locale, blowing out smoke, blowing off steam - i wonder if this is what they meant when they said lifes a bitch or if this is just one of them days - if you were here i would slap you across the face and ask you to leave, even if thats not what either of us really wants - it just seems like the right thing to do - ive lived so long without a dramatic fight with an ex lover and ive picked you for the part of the antagonist in my picture show - so get your gas money and drive out here so i can never see you again, because im dying to be the one to say goodbye
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