I put my best foot first and it got burnt. Communication always hurts. I've got myself so deep inside a hole. I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old.
She likes big boats, big yachts, designer throws. She likes big blokes, body oil, sex that chokes. Her mother left her when she was fifteen. Out of the nest into the vacuum flow.
Looking through my window shade, stare at streets that bare no name. Now it all looks strange to me, yesterday seems like a dream. But I often try too hard, To break the routine of my day.