Mar
31st
Wed
31st
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i have no place to go, so i drive up to new mexico/fix my eyes in the rearview when i cross the state line/and i panic, i guess, and although it’s quite late/
i take the first exit to 128/i am coming back to midland/i hope you won’t mind/polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger’s seat./i drive slowly/and evenly/and i dream about home.
“My home is in the rear view / and I don’t care”
