I read the pages about me In her autobiography They were brief and to the point A flash, while you are getting dressed A memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait until it's over Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm gonna drive The silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate God saying hurry don't be late Soon the sun will rise That's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around I walked To get the mail today I guess Your letter never came I'll just Check again tomorrow A flash while you are getting dressed A Memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait without saying a word Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my head makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm gonna drive The silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate God saying hurry don't be late Soon the sun will rise That's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around But fuck it I love you even if I'm gonna feel like shit By the time I get to you Now the sky is turning blue The stars they disappear One by one as the daylights nears And yes you're in my head But that doesn't make you here And I've lost all my friends But you're the one I miss the most And now I'm almost there Yeah I'm almost to the coast And if I had any notion Of how I'm gonna drive my car across the Atlantic Ocean, I'd be fucking set.
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