Who the fuck lives in Indiana?

I have never hated a state so fast

and I’ve been to Nebraska

 

Who the fuck plays metal in a field?

Red hair setting fire to the corn

the contrast is remarkable

 

Who the fuck lays in the grass

Holding hands, counting stars

dreaming of different lifetimes

 

We did.

Imagined the world

Before us: dinosaurs and dragons

During us: death and destruction

After us: dainty and delicate

 

Who the fuck falls in love in Indiana?

Drinking and smoking surrounded

by soybeans and dirt

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Six hours round trip to confirm

Information already known

You.

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You live in Indiana.

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And I love you.

But really,

fucking Indiana?