we drove out in the country, 
and stopped to sit a bit,
her bare feet out the window
and the car top down.

she told me i might be alright,
for somebody like me —
yeah, we were seventeen,
and there was no one else around.

and it was just in being free
that anything made sense;
and when you’ve taken nothing,
there’s no need for recompense —

silence was our tool of choice:
we chose then to employ it —
it’s funny: sometimes when you’re young,
you know it, and

enjoy it

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