And the rabbit's here with me.
Respecting out posted speed limits.
But I can't find any feeling in it.
Of trying to figure out your gestures.
Of wondering what your presents.
While I gulp down Dexedrine.
Wind comes through the open window.
I button up my shirt.
My teeth hurt.
Above the rising tide.
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