Get out get out get out of my head. You've been in it every day for months, and I'm sick of it. I find such pleasure in the thought of you, but I'm not going to allow that to happen. That pleasure is not mine to have, there is no point in wishing.
There's absolutely NOTHING like driving by yourself and listening to the foo fighters for an hour. So calming. So relaxing. It took me away.
please.
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