All the cubes in my cup had melted into water. I was sitting in the Commodore waiting for my motor. Top of 39 degrees you could swear that it was warmer. All the secondhand embarrassment I felt filled the quota. It's another daydream wasted on a car I wish I bought with all the money I spend on feeling dumb.
Like a problem child that never did you favours. Took your credit card on a weekend splurge at Savers. And it's times like these I find myself to be spiritual. I was harnessing heaps more emotional pain than physical. It's another daydream wasted on a car I wish I bought with all the money I spend on feeling dumb.