Driving fast with moist eyes
the blacktop slick, but it feels right
speedometer and adrenaline rise
you can find me on the other side tonight
Driving fast with moist eyes
the blacktop slick, but it feels right
speedometer and adrenaline rise
you can find me on the other side tonight
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.