So You thought you could take me for a ride?
Zoom past the meadows, polluting the fine country air. Blurring the glimpses of the world outside and also blurring the lines of time.
You thought that you could whizz past the traffic and come out in the clear?
Just steer through the unending noise and conjestion. Blowing your horn and also your trumpet.
You actually thought you are capable of that?
You actually assumed I will follow you through.
Assumed that You will impress me?
Don't bother love.
Your car isnt the type. And neither are you.
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