Jumping. Into the seat of my car. My pants are on fire. (? ) my briefs (? ). I was lying just to save. My skin. Pushing. On the accelerator. How am I gonna tell her.
Hey mama. Come on, come on.. Come on, come on. This is it.. I don't know.. I kinda got a boyfriend.. No, no. This is happening. This is the time, now..
Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name. Six-pack!. Spent the rest on beer so who's to blame. Six-pack!. They say I'm fucked up all the time. Six pack!.