She's shaking down. I'm absent and numb from shock. Reaching around for the hands of the clock. Should've lied. . Lit me up, it's my lie. Should've lit me up, it's my lie.
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue. She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude. Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse. . I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth.