Looking out the window
I wait.
For your old black truck.
With the little noose
hanging from the rearview mirror.
Waiting.
For you to come back.
To tell me you love me.
Or for revenge.
Either way.
You'll **** me in the end.
So I just wait.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 12:10 AM UTC
Looking out the window
I wait.
For your old black truck.
With the little noose
hanging from the rearview mirror.
Waiting.
For you to come back.
To tell me you love me.
Or for revenge.
Either way.
You'll **** me in the end.
So I just wait.
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