lance made the promise to buckle up get out of this town drive to the nearest cliffs go over the edge let his body break on the ridge of the waves let them take him to wherever
all there's gonna be is more city lights more smoke more of the same a demoralising gloom of dirt dark dusk where the sunrise sets so fast like a naked girl who turns out to be strung out on hard drugs like the glimmer of a neon light smashed by a thrown fist
to lance the world was his oyster but you fuck up one world move on soon each world begins to look the same you start of running but you trip so you walk soon you end up crawling and if you can't crawl, if you can't crawl then there better be someone someone strong to carry you cos if you ain't got that hell, you ain't got nobody
hell, lance was somebody's someone and if every gorram place is the same he'd stay be who he needed to be live the same life lose the same dreams he unbuckled the belt pushed the car over the edge watched it break on the ridge of the waves and sink slowly down to the graveyard below
hell, he thought it's a good job i didn't jump anyways
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