I find myself in the backseat of a car,
Unwashed and unwilling,
Clinging to each word that comes out the speakers.
I hold on so that I don’t lose myself in the tears welling in my eyes.
Drugs really did make me happier.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
I find myself in the backseat of a car,
Unwashed and unwilling,
Clinging to each word that comes out the speakers.
I hold on so that I don’t lose myself in the tears welling in my eyes.
Drugs really did make me happier.