that migrate from their residence
in the pits of my stomach
to the chambers of my racing heart
we drive the car west with haste
the music swells with sentiment
while my finger tips run the length of her denim jeans
"have what you want, be what you want"
it's hard to keep my eyes on the road
notorious
the small city sparkled in the dust of the desert
cutting the night
my eyes struggled to pull in the neons
i could feel the crashing dreams
colliding at a red light on the state line
we made a grand entrance
her hand in mine
her lips on mine
chills down my spine
"let's drink" I'm in love
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