Running Out of Destinations
By Maxxine
Paved paradise. I crank this crappy radio and I put my foot down to one hundred and twenty until I can't hear the one crackly speaker anymore. I role down the windows. I stear with my knee. I let my red hair whip into my eyes. I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I pray sometimes that I'll hit the gravel, for an excuse out. But I know there is someone who won't let me. And it's driving me crazy. Because it costs money and time to keep going one hundred and twenty and I'm running out of destinations.Ack.... lonely nights... long days. I got broken up with again, who'd have known he decided he was gay. Not that I mind, it's just, why'd you date me in the first place, and to think I didn't believe in love at first sight until I met him. Is there getting up from this fall? Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 07:57 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Paved paradise. I crank this crappy radio and I put..."