~The Bad Poets Society

corner boys smokin pot
---I don’t know about you
but I’m ready to “blow this joint”
--unroll for me
-----a carpet of black asphalt
feel the engine roar to life
---let’s tear up the interstates
our time is better measured
--in mile markers and gas receipts
it’s just you and me
----radio blasting
-------windows rolled down
leave the corner boys
---on the corner
------never look back
I can feel that bass line
-------in my chest

i like it when it rains
---i don't know why
but it makes me think of you

there's infinity
----in my veins