Pencil in that nothing
That will turn into something
Stretching out inconspicuous seams,
Eating at your evening
Without anyone seeing.
Make a bed that was never slept in,
Clean the face that was never dirtied,
And say goodbye to the ghost
You persistently hurried all night...
This is the good fright,
Found under soft light.
Those magnetized headlights
Push my car away
And in my cunning getaway,
I pull back the moon roof
And under the veil of my engine
Roaring loud,
And I tilt back my head
To throw whispers in the clouds.
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