Traffic On Some Rural Road Up North

I love your pretty little tongue and every way you use it
I love how you quietly sing your terrible indie music
There's just something in the way that you say my name
That makes me want you to state it
Everyday, every night, in every single sentence that you say

I love the single firework going off above our heads
I love the sound of the explosion just before it ends
There's just something in the way you say you and I
That makes me happy enough to die
Everyday, every night, in every single contently deadly way

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Writers block is a very awkward shape to carry