I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your
center,
And stated that it's never ever been better than
this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorbaord,
wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting.
You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown
askew.
Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an
alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours
ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes... hide your bad
habits underneath the patio.
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