A cold witch and warm beer
That's what I like on the weekend
Beauty mouths her cryptic curse
It is not mine to understand
Driving fast down curved highways
Clenched digits and my simper
Down down into the deepest dark
She won't stop, she can't stop
Road unending, coping with infinity
Just sit back and bathe in it
Reality is danger, danger is tangible
I should have just stayed home
Another two days on the road
With a cold witch and warm beer.
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