3am belmont biker blues

by Rachel Lynch in

sleeping is for the dead, go blow if you can't keep up. Strutting and the celebration after a week of hard work, in this city you have to keep your eyes open. You sound good to me when the black keys are on repeat. It would be fun to start an all girl gang; full of wild contenders and rancid rule benders. Nothing would escape us, seeing everything because we never slow the ropes. Soul crossing, all I do is dream about the next thing before I've finished the current piece at hand. Mind on over-time, legs on overdrive.

i keep my head on tight, i make my plans at night.