Too damn tired to care,
who needs to know.
who or where I am.
What I'm doing doesn't bother me.
It gives me a rush,
up to my head
and through my viens; swirling spriraling lane.
Down to the darkened street,
way from the cops, don't want to repeat the last mistakes.
Find him sitting there,
all smug,
like he was expecting me.
Don't care just really need...
He knows,
he nods,
the exchange has been made.
Back to the rush and the spiraling lane.
