Bridge burning takes a lot out of a girl. All good things must come to an end. And oh, what an end.
I feel like Johnny Cash, self-destructing all over the place, only without the drug habit to exacerbate the situation. Cut and run, silly girl, cut and run. I heard the hills are nice this time of year. Or big rocks, their shadows make for good hiding. I hope there are big rocks by those big metal bridges up north (fyi - metal, ye kin? no wood burning for silly girls). Too bad there's big sharks too. Stupid sharks.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment