It smells like my old car,
it smells like fresh freedom.
I miss getting dirty working on a car.
Getting muddy,
walking drunk in the dark.
I miss it.
The moment you realize
you're on your own,
when you gotta do it
acting like you're grown.
I miss the smell of oil..
It smells like my old car,
it smells like an escape.
I miss beating the heat,
and driving all week.
I miss hiking all day,
because it was my peace away.
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