I’d put Highway 31 between us
but slunk back round the coast.
The Chrysler smelled of menthol cigarettes.
Rain fell through lonely headlight beams.
Now I’m outside your flat again,
window down, waiting for another sunrise.
a new story daily
I’d put Highway 31 between us
but slunk back round the coast.
The Chrysler smelled of menthol cigarettes.
Rain fell through lonely headlight beams.
Now I’m outside your flat again,
window down, waiting for another sunrise.