Trying to say, "You'll be okay," keeps coming out wrong. Surfing the dial on surface streets while the night turns to dawn. Secrets you tell everyone else will die on the vine. You let me crash. Pay you in cash. We're blurring the lines. You're backfiring, grinding all of the gears. Timing's everything. I loved you for years. Only when we're lost in Los Angeles does anything seem clear.
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