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If I find my way back home,
I'll say "What am I doing here?"
We have made our camp
But not settled
Nothing can touch us here
We took the van one night
The three of us
Contraband, and our bikes
The city was left behind
Our own vacation, our own weekend,
Our own fear and loathing except on Cape Cod
At two in the morning when
My body's not attached to my head
We got on our bikes and rode
My legs like Jello when we rode that night
Hot livers and cold purse
The day was going everywhere in a hurry
Instead of nowhere fast
Take a pill
Do substances
Have a drink
Recreational drug use to drive golf balls
It's the most comfortable
And uncomfortable place
The discomfort is not in a bad way
No, not in a bad way
Don't make me go home
My own chocolate heart
Look at your scales, your head is on all wrong
I've got monsters on my brain
A towel on his head after jumping off the pier
Rama said I looked like a Kennedy
And Ryan's taking pictures
And flattery doesn't make sense in our state
We had to make our own fear and loathing on Cape Cod
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