Read Those Rainy Days :: Streetlights

Streetlights, that's what they were
Streetlights
I passed so quickly, little blurs of light
But it's funny, cause they looked like
Hope
For a moment, but it passed
Like me
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Hands on ten and two
Ten and two over the
Speed limit
Over the moon, too
Where our craters are cracked pavement
And I keep passing, passing everything
Passing away
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I pretend to be in
The store, so little,
When the carts bumped and skewed and
Went so fast
Faster than my heartbeat
I laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and choke
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I know it will slide from broken skin
I remember I have hemophobia, but
I don't stop to think about it
I'm not thinking
I'm not stopping, because I can feel the vibrations of my veins, and the
vibrations of the music, and those of the
End
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And, Jesus, I'm thinking about my tenth-grade Spanish teacher Who stripped everything down to verbs and conjunctions Like I'm stripping down to Plaster of Paris, because I'm a sculpture, a shell A replica that feels Too much to be placid 109

DON'T DRIVE HIGH
DON'T DRIVE HIGH
They flash and flash in their neon orange
Urgency
They flash and flash in their red and blue
But I'm flashing, too, I'm unstoppable, I'm swerving and laughing and I don't care that
Waffle House is open all night, because I know
I won't last that long