Leave when I wanna
I'm so fuckin' gonna
Tara shoulda stayed in Carolina
North or South
Which sounds sweeter?
I kinda don't need her
We smoked hella weed
Take the keys
Rake the leaves
I loathe the trees
Drive the car
Hit the bar
Get a new scar
Cross state lines
Rack up a fine
Park the Jeep
Call me and weep
Come home
We're on our own.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
