My hands wrapped around a stick shift
Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this
My neck, the feeling of your soft lips
Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed
All we do is drive
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
Sick and full of pride
All we do is drive
And California never felt like home to me
would
swerving
stick
spreads
silence
shift
pride
never
drive
carved
signs
chest
about
until
around
feelings
waiting
kissed
california
hallway
think
light
hands
wrapped
hollow
bliss
again
analyse
echoes
really
bouncing
illuminated
laugh
emptiness
singing
feeling
simple
missed
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