I’m always bumping into things since I bumped into you. My trust fund dried and done only 22. I could attempt burlesque, work a minimum wage. Or hustle an empty nest trophy life on display.
And there you were
With stubble and shotgun, a safety net a grift. I will drive the car you can take the risk. You hated that cubical, you took it so personal. Double-check my ski mask.
And there we are.