It's okay, it's okay
I'm weeping into my steering wheel
the ominous end
the Illinois end
that I will not to happen.
Fuck you and your infinite optimism.
Your kissing at stoplights
-we have 45 minutes-
The way you tell me
-there's gotta be something.
And if that all goes down the shitter
You still have me.-
Yes, love,
I still have you
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