I don’t know what’s going on lately. I’ve been distracted from who I am along with what I want. Film, yes. A girl, yes. Money, yes. Something is taking my attention…
Could you hold my hand
While I knock out this line
Burbs.
Going 100 mphs makes you not look back
You don’t have time
You can only look forward and to the sides
With my companion asleep in the passenger