just a habit.
Kept it possible for things to run on diesel oil, sure, you made some mistakes on the left turn. I ran along, but you reversed, and fought a technical error. As I promised, I stalled for time beside the desert. I gave a thumbs-up, but it was never enough for boys and girls speeding around in their bright, shiny cages. I admit: I wanted one so badly that I fucked a man whose face wasn't there.
You couldn't tell whether he was having fun.
You couldn't remember my feet, or tongue.
So, I came home with a red buzzing dream.
You couldn't tell whether he was having fun.
You couldn't remember my feet, or tongue.
So, I came home with a red buzzing dream.
