I spend the afternoon in cars
I sit in traffic jams for hours
Don't push me
I am not ok
The sky is blue most every day
The lemons grow like tumors
They are tiny suns
Infused with sour
Lonely as a cloud
In the Golden State
"The coldest winter that I ever saw
Was the summer that I spent..."
The only substance is the fog
And it hides all that has gone wrong
Can't see a thing
Inside
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