I ride on this highway singing a bad love song in my head. It's empty, so I decide to fill it with everything. All at once. The sorrow of my dreams and everything I had and lost. It fills me up until I reach the bottom, then it's gone.
Back to work again with an empty head, waiting for the bliss of it to end. Ignorance is all that gets me through until I start to think too much again. The thoughts of all my demons working hard to drag me down. Then once again, they're gone.
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