I was going nowhere when

to th cop that pulld me over

on my regrets. “we’re no one w-o some
one, he said, th memories in my head
straight lines and a new moon. he gave me a ticket for going

so slow

            devil beside me on th’alaska highway
            when I’ve been drinking. th lake
            lines are quiet and I’ll just
            keep

                                       to meet you 

so far I’ve had more than enough time to kill,
confess, or in th city   lights
change. but how can we
forget what I did last weekend. just b-c
some people can start over again --

            get tickets and pay them. or do th time

                           closer to you

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you dont have to understand me -- just hear me      out

                     give me a ticket            and move on