Shoot A 45

Shoot a 45

and drive

out past nothing

all the fields you pass

and crash

like you're supposed to

I know that much

I want it back

I know that much

I want it back

you won a ticker tape parade

you paid

in triplicate

but your undershirt is choked

with the poems that you wrote

in red

and you roll your eyes

and you cross your Ts

for me

shoot a 45

and drive

out past nothing

I know that much

I want it back

I know that much

I want it back