I want to
spend the night with you
on someone else’s furniture
and wake up early
because we both have work in the morning
and I want to drive down the highway
on fumes
and I want to drive down the country road
on the same fumes
I want to
sit and listen to you
almost but not quite
crying
over anything,
everything,
that makes you almost
but not quite
cry
And I want to
FIGHT
I mean I really want to
FIGHT
for anything there is
to fight for
and I want to drive down the highway
on fumes
and I want to drive down the country road
on the same fumes
Diggin’ this one.
AAAHHH MR SAXQUATCH, it’s like a sequel to the one I just wrote. Kind of, if you know what I mean.
Bieg: Thanks
Mr. Hugo: it really sort of is. Now who will write part 3: The Search for Curly’s Gold?