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How My Life Would Be If I Wasn't Me
My buddy and I
are on the road, in search of anything,
eating at roadside diners
late at night,
talking to waitresses named June,
trying to meet Miss One Night,
hoping to find Miss Forever.
Still talking to June,
drinking another soda.
Would like coffee to keep warm
but can't stand the taste of coffee.
June brings another slice of pie.
The air outside gets colder as winter moves in,
the sun only rises when we don't ask it for anything.
People are nice,
but don't understand what we want.
Maybe we can't speak the language.
"Is this all there is" we ask to blank faces with tired smiles.
"All we've ever needed", "Couldn't ask for more".
The voices are strong, almost defiant
but the eyes are empty,
just like the roads at night
and our beds during the day.
The moon is new, the wind colder.
Another highway, another town.
Diner's still open,
hot chocolate and pie.
June brings it over
and stays awhile to talk.
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