I know the end - Phoebe Bridgers
Driving out, into the sun, let the ultraviolet cover me up. Went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. Windows down, scream along to some America first rap country song. A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall, slot machines, fear of god, windows down, heater on, big bolts of lightning hanging low. Over the coast, everyone's convinced it's a government drone or an alien spaceship. Either way, we're not alone, I'll find a new place to be from.
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