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Published: 2009-02-11 04:08:54 +0000 UTC; Views: 75; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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Description
It hurts so badTo carve names on your wrist.
No more to keep a date,
No longer to keep a book.
Chrome, polished wheels
Against a dull background
Cruising away,
At the speed of sound.
The sun is your brochure,
Driving to the shore.
If the stars set in the west,
Then that's what you're looking for.
A realist's agony,
The pain to get away.
Head between your temples,
People begging you to stay.
Can't breathe anymore,
They're stealing nitrous oxide.
The plenty that you need,
The need to survive.