.backseat, o i like the backseat
so keep on driving away from the sun.
taxi, o iâll call you my hired hand
but donât mind the meter
till we pull in.
and iâm cold as obsidian arrowheads and
iâm tired like a hinge
and the nightâs undeniable now
and there are peop.
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