Tekster: Shook Ones. Sixteen. I Talkie.

This pavement and I have been foreign for some time now, and I am having just another one of those days where there?s nothing that sounds like fun or inspires. Well, that?s not true- it might honestly be nice if my car broke down on the steepened grade of a mountain road. Bring on survival and the peace of a one-track mind. As I?d walk those miles home and kill this day or better yet, I would enjoy this day and kill this state of mind I get into. I would look back upon this day of miles I stole back from myself. Id walk down my street, on my last mile and it would be as late as nights can get, just as the sun rose up my heels. My new favorite hour-this is?no I never though I could keep myself company