He smokes cause he’s lonely
Especially on a drive
He puts the top down
Just relax into the night
Lamp posts light his way
Reflectors guide
and he blasts dig up her bones
Singing it wide
Into the wind
Into the night
Flicking his ashes out the window
“Do you think she’ll call me tonight?”
It’s all just speculation and a dreary midnight drive
The voices echo against the buildings at the downtown street light
Red
The ride ends
The sadness suspends
As he watches pedestrians laughing and stumbling to their next bar fight
He’s just an ambien away from a dream
He’s just a albino bat in flight
He’s got hair on his cheeks
That his razor trimmed tight
And all the while he thinks
“Will she call me tonight?”
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