the dry grass cupping a hand, all care gone as the speedo needle twitches. It’s been a hard few weeks. My escapes are only taxi calls, imaginary rides. I put King Bee on and roll into Woodstock. The one I care about by my side.
the dry grass cupping a hand, all care gone as the speedo needle twitches. It’s been a hard few weeks. My escapes are only taxi calls, imaginary rides. I put King Bee on and roll into Woodstock. The one I care about by my side.