i can count tires turn
rolling on a highway
i can hear power bass
coming from your window
i can see salt splattering
slowly landing on snow
skidding is really scary
helpless; beyond control
you feel like you're airborne
no steering no tire grips at all
now i drive slow when snowing
with good threads and watching
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