March 20th

Pumping quarters like my worlds alive
Waving out of taxi windows
I'm going to stay here or at least i'll try
Sleeping on t-shirt pillows

And i could love you in so many ways
The pinball machine that never needed paper to play
When it's real it costs much more
And you'll drop your wallet on the motel bathroom floor

Turning handles, cars to drive
Every citys outskirts look the same
I pull into the truckstop, start to cry
And i slur poems about the game

How i loved you in so many ways
I plucked flower petals till the garden wilted away
When it's real it costs much more
We had unprotected sex in the open door

So breathing slowly, fumbling hands
The driver stops the car and i am free
A stolen photo in a dumpstered frame
Is the only thing left he has for me



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Writer(s): Hunter A
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