I've collected vertebrates and fossilized teeth,
not to show you how creepy I am,
but to show you I've thought of you.
Every day since your magic water made the earth spring to life.
Your geo-something, something.
I swear I'd learn the proper verbiage if given one more afternoon.
Still, these hands won't stop shaking,
because I've been driving for 14 hours straight.
Screaming my lungs out to the wilderness about a lover 800 miles away.
Hairpin turns at 85 mph,
I'm playing Russin Roulette to some stupid ballads
That I hope for the sake of sick fate get stuck in your head.
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