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something personal

I get in your car and we drive all night
Dusking, dawning
We don't stop once
We pass the open desert, the reaching cacti
Lone rock
We drive drive drive
I can see your tight grip on the steering wheel
It's okay, loosen up.
Nearly there you speak
Nearly where?
Nearly there

The bomb rocks the earth
The bomb breaks the rocks
The bomb uproots the cacti
The bomb pops the tires

You drive
You drive on rims
You keep going and going and going and you're never gone
Not even for a second