words are rocks in my mouth and
i think obeying traffic laws in the
middle of the night is stupid and
driving from your house i feel like
the little kid who realizes he is too
big to stretch out in the bath tub
anymore. my pockets are full of
those gummy worms i stole yester-
day and pockets in my head are
***** with wanting your selfish self
in the passengers seat, telling me
when to take a left and using red
lights and your pretty eyes to the
full advantage