Paint Peals کے بول

its one am and that tow trucks not here, it was due an hour ago. im counting high beams in hope of killing time. ive had too many longest nights of my life. im spelling destiny in gasoline... writing passages in sulfur stains. so this is it, this is how we die. this time isnt like the rest. if i could only be so lucky. inside jokes that tell our stories. im such a serious dude. now pacing highways on cell phones. this is such a waste of time, but time wont be the last... this time wont be...so one day i wont be totally angry and one day ill be short on words but freedom comes with a price but holy shit, who fucking cares? this time its for me, this time its for us. so fuck you, fuck you and ill never say...stop.