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How'd we end up here? Writing to you dear Biting on your ear (your hand on my hand, oh) Bike lane make me steer Driving off the fear Rushing off like queer You don’t call me weird Bump this shit going deaf, can’t hear Need you right here near Not a pervert don’t touch the rear view mirror Not perfect This we made clear Show me yourself Maybe Objects may be closer than they appear 3x Windshield wipers wipe away the mist Steam don’t settle down breathe that Smell it in Pungent odors what I’m left with Until next year Brush away them tears How'd we end up here? Writing to you dear Biting on your ear (your hand on my hand, oh)