Chapter 7 - Therapeutic Practice
Staring at two different views
on your window ledge
Coffee is going cold,
it’s like time froze
There you go wishing,
floating down our wishing well
Fuck, I love this song. I increase the volume while I step on the gas right after a short while the light changes to green.
It’s like I’m always causing problems,
causing hell
I didn’t mean to put you through this,
I can tell
We cannot sweep this under the carpet
I'm moving my fingers to the rhythm at the wheel and humming quietly, yet I don't neglect any of my flanks while driving. The last thing I need to do is crash my truck just after its release from the mechanic's shop because I didn't pay attention.
I hope that I can turn back the time
To make it all alright, all alright for us
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