burritos in heaven, no Marlboro lights,
no neighbor dog
and there ain't no back roads
I ain't ever driven
no drunken fights,
no morning fog
there is no mystery
no hiding Undercovers
no mixing my own colors
no calling your name
you're already here
when Grandma ghosts me
feel the grit of dirt from flowers
flow like the streets through City towers
and know that you're alive
because I'm bored
heaven's too perfect,
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