"Riding shotgun, adultery in hand

No longer the sources of you

a v o i d a n c e,

The one-night-stand you swore to forget

Too much hassle, too much drama

Too hard to look my way

Until

This

Morning

An offer to skip, maybe cigarettes and

Like

A

Child

I jumped at the chance

Just one hour to know I still

e x i s t e d

Unlike the other girls.

'How do you make me so so crazy?'"

2/3/2006 11:28am