my heart over time,

drifted wide to be carried by you,

liftin my eyes

twice as high as myself,

till i drifted

to a place putting me on the map.

cause honestly somethin steady,

somethin good,

without the trust,

can leave nicotine

blowin smoke in the lines.

cause talkin hip hoppin

kind of trash

can get anyone too far off the map.

here i’m sending signals,

lookin deep within myself.

her roads smooth

in the linings of her heart

down this sunset country road

into hitchin is to believin,

can bring anyone across the hills

draggin happiness as wide

over county lines and marker signs

to be lost in each other no matter where we go.

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