And devils have horns, according to the bible. I push the gas pedal and that's when I hear you. Like a spark, a click, an immediate transaction. Force yourself into my ears, into my brain, You intoxicate me, poison me. The light turns green, But it doesn't register soon enough And horns' honking floods the inside of my car, Drowns out your voice. But I want to hear you again, I want for you to fill up my skull, Bounce inside my walls; And you come back to me. Suffocate me.
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