Not gonna climb your hill
I know you think that's what it's about
But I'm too old and too tired to chase what can't be caught
Think you know me, you don't have a clue
Thought we were riding this cab together
But you're a fare beater, nothing more
So keep playing your games in your head
You think I don't know I'm dead?
I don't want to see you around the corner
I'll keep going no matter
Can't stop for a second
Can't stop
Breathing
Bleeding
Beating
2 comments:
Like the diminishing length literary device at the end. Check out my Marilyn Chambers post. Maybe you can crash her funeral.
work in progress...not really sure where to take it but the fare beater as an anaology a relationship is good
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