my microphone has a past.
I got a number on me.
I have my mother's blood.
I drive 300 miles at 800 miles per hour.
with a sullen voice.
it's been educational watching you run.
I don't know how you see out of your windows.
it's okay.
I am an ugly casanova.
stomachs and ships.
I know a man.
who sings the blues.
me.