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Elizabeth Cotton

Road Trip

You said if we ever break up

You would go on a road trip

Get in the car and just drive

Think about what went wrong

So we talk about road trips a lot 

I give you a thousand hypotheticals 

My anxious heart tries to toughen

But I know it’s a useless exercise 


You, with the screeching tires 

Me, the crying will tire me 

You stop to replace your brakes

My heartbreak will stop me 

So no, you can’t go on a road trip

Not alone, anyway.


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