I was driving or I mean I am driving
why do I always do that
After too much I can't
eventhink
I can't stand or think straight
Maybe, then I shouldn't stop
Sonoma
Sonoma
Then I stop
Stop thinking, stop a pounding chest
I threaten to crack out of my ribs
or my face, to slowly crystallize and
Blow off, particle by particle
I'll make up for it
We'll spend most of our time
sleeping in Sonoma