I'm still cruisin' my brain is sore.. Time is willing, it's out the door.. There's no correction, no female sport.. It's locking up inside of my mind 'cause.
Think of all the things I do. And I still hold the thought of you. With someone else I know it's true. So far away. . And I can only hold my breath. And start to die a lonely death.
This entertainment seems to never stop.. She won't talk to him.. And I'm not sure I won't.. And if I call now, I'll feel better somehow.. . I can see everything right before my eyes..