Free drinks couldn't seal the deal,
and now i'm left with nothing
to keep from death through boredom,
Music repeating through
this shitty car system,
until i retire to
find less answers than i expected
way before.

The gas tank
and my mind
have so much in common,
The meter
on both read
empty again.

This track repeats.

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The Square Root of Staying
And Now An Earful
You're Already Gone
So Impossible
Skydiving
When The World Stops