it chooses you and you're standing in place. it chooses you on the shore of just another bay and the sun goes away. it chooses you and the phone is plastered to your face. your place smells of brandy and gin and you haven't bathed in days. there's snow on the ground but tonight the sky cries in its place over memories of autumn that you can't make go away like the sun goes away. choose it this one time and i promise you'll smile after 800 miles and last goodbyes and the open road. you'll smoke on a porch by the beach and dim the emerald light and the hill will just sink and leave the city by your sea. know the rain goes away on the west coast today.
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