when i was kinda lost in a city
the sky moves ten feet above the road sometimes
and its beautiful
its beautiful like songs on the beach
the white caps of waves you can barely make out
and the heat off the smallest fire you made
so that's what we say
beautiful
i still find myself trying to find a better word
beautiful
but it keeps repeating
and ill keep riding off into made up things
thoughts ill forget. replaced
by thoughts of how shitty this hill is
and being hungry when i stop
but i don't want to stop
and i miss you
and wish you were hear
try to write something good
because i haven't in a while
love Jack
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