Heading out into the grind. Weaving my way through traffic. Drunks,whores, cops, businessmen, doctors, retail managers, grocery clerks. Our lives away from our lives. Dont let it blend into one. Drive slow there is no hurry to reach the box inside a box. Life on a monthly payment plan. Blood and soil. What do you do when you want to get away?
There was that stillness i felt with you. The kind where youre going a million miles an hour on the inside. Falling. But outside…everything makes sense. It fits. The amazing sex, The mechanics, the chemistry. The dirt.
We are a time bomb for sure, but you settle me like a drug.
