It's that first or second windy 48 degree day.
So baby take me 7 hours away
get in my car
take those exits, drive to L.A
Talk under the stars
mountain cat
drink that urban coffee
don't you wish this was real,
that we could stay
no bra, no shoes, burning sage
instead now i'm burning myself
up with each extra cig
pills rolling on my lips with winter chills
warm up your starbucks in the microwave
A free mind that's a mess,is better than a chemically altered state of being.
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