"I'm 13 now and don't know how my friends could be so mean. I come home crying and you hold me tight, and grab the keys. And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away. And we talk and window-shop untill I forgot all their names. I don't know who I'm gonna talk to know at school, I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you. Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay, but I know I had the best day with you, today."
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