| Current mood: |  weird |
Here we come.
We've been on the run.
Driving in the sun.
Looking out for number one.
California here we come.
Right back where we started from.
Hustlers grab your guns.
Your shadow weighs a ton.
Driving down the 101.
California here we come.
Right back where we started from.
California.
Here we come.
On the stereo.
Listen as we go.
Nothing's gonna stop me now.
California here we come.
Right back where we started from.
Pedal to the floor.
Thinking of the roar.
Gotta get us to the show.
California here we come.
Right back where we started from.
California.
Here we come.
Hah. For some strange reason this reminds me of you. What the hell's wrong with me. Hah. This song has absolutely nothing to do with you. Oh well. I can still pretend can't I? Yeah yeah. I think I can. Actually. I think that it reminds me of you because I liked this song way back when. And it was on my cd. That I dropped into the gravel. When I was wearing my lacrosse sweatshirt in the like million degree weather. Because I was cold. And your mom thought I was a freak and so did everyone else. And then he went under the bleachers and retrieved the cd for me. And it scratched that song. That one frigging song. The cd was ruined. And I was upset. I don't know how this has anything to do with you. Because truthfully. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. But for some odd reason it reminds me of you. Yeah I'm a freak.
XoOOXoxoOXoOXXo.
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