With a day old shirt, and a lipstick stain.
He left the place, and drove away.
Over valleys, over plains
To the coastline, to a new day.
The dashboard grey, reflected him
Of his past and of her sins
They weren't right, and they weren't wrong
But they weren't where he belonged.
His suitcase filled, with deadened words
From a girl he no longer understood.
Once found precious, now rang crude
He could no longer swallow them, no longer chew
Torch the suitcase, char it black.
And pray his demons never come back
He'll burn his wounds, till it forms new skin
And then there, will life begin.
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