we began like a cigarette
i inhaled with longing, every drag got me high
i thought the sensation would never end
the sizzle down my throat when i said your name
but i watched us turn to ash
and dissipate in smoke
but you’re a
I’m willing to
because I have a feeling
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.