Just give me a call when you feel better. But you never do and I'm just another debtor. To some palm reader. Whose got her hands mixed up. . Palm reader's breath smells of brandy and cigarettes.
Feel the speed through the intersection. In sheets of rain I seek out cars. Hands in love with handlebars. . Ride alone to the pub in the dark. I get a little wet but I don't have to park.
Start your engines. . Can we get the chemicals in. Cause anything's better than this. Mix it up with vicadin. Cause anything's better than this. Little cuts on your wrist,.