On the run from johnny law ain't no trip to cleave Song Lyrics
On the run from johnny law ain't no trip to cleave by Curl Up And Die These sentences slip past
these ghost town images of my sundays.
indecisive, this was the car accident.
coiled in lost perspective to horrid tales of expectation.
reread words wrote wrong into this disillusion.
somewhere in the insomnia of always not knowing.
i'd rather be dead.