9.12.07

LVIII.

I'm sitting in a parking lot.
I'm looking up at the streetlights.
[I've had my share of close calls]
But I'm not headed anywhere.

We're here at our favorite spot.
Where we spend so many nights.
[Well, we've had our share of close calls]
We're just breathing in the cold air.

You're lying next to a vacant slot.
On your lousy bed in evergreen heights.
[Is this what you call a close call]
While you're just stuck out there.

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