i took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and
stated that it`s never ever been better than this. i hung my
favorite shirt on the floorbaord, wrinkled up from pulling pushing
tasting.
you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.
misguided by the 405 `cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
i missed the exit to your parents` house hours ago. red wine
and the cigarettes: hide your bad habits underneath the patio.
