I had a car and named it blue
The paint chipped off and I gave it to you
The seatbelts tangled and the handles rusted
You were the only girl I trusted
Eight days a weak my mind is taught
And full of bullets already shot
But there was a time of other plains
Of swallowed stars and bangerangs
A time when thinking made me glad
And I only poured my drinks a tad
The days shimmied in summer of the year
Now down the trail and nowhere near
I long for the time when I required
Now, I’m either asleep or tired
Now the dust collects unswept
Now my logic is inept
Now it doesn’t matter much
That there was a time you were my crutch
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