As I drive the sleep/drunk bday girl home. I have MY tunes in the speakers. And the thoughts begin. And who else but YOU running through my mind. I can’t seem to catch up. All I can think is I gotta. You’re my road runner. Right in front of me. Forever out of my grasp.
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