On and open road and a virgin kick to chaos
with an angel tattooed to her inner thigh,
wild eyes reflected, and the neon sign.
I did not ask for love,
merely the same mistake
Don't be a fool with that,
your useless plastic pistol,
On my signal, we will drop our stupid
cause and disappear into the night.
As it stands, we're trading potions
for new potions to be swallowed whole.
We make the same mistake.
What to imply?
Have you picked a part?
Staying in the action.
Where's the action?
Here we are, drawing straws,
taking sides when we aren't
letting up and letting go.
Letting up.
Letting go.
Manacles and endless lists on a shelf.