22 Eastwood St

Natalie Scott

i think about you when i’m on

the interstate / flying in the left lane /

didn’t realize i was going 95 / if i

get a ticket i’m billing it to you / it’s the least

you could do really

 

and i get so caught up in my head /

i drive past my exit / fuck / and end up in

  a different city / my phone is dead and /

fuck / there’s no one to call anyway / so i guess i’ll

  just keep driving / and driving /

  and driving still