one the road part 2. / always my bad, & never my good.
when we had rushed into san diego i couldn't figure out what i was doing there, who i was, or what the fuck was snapping into my chest.
it could have just been sixth street or south 15.
but, whatever it was i knew i had to get out of there.
- i slept for two hours and felt like i was going to be sick.
& i anonymously hated you for not letting me smoke, even more so by trying to drag me into mexico where i NEVER IN MY LIFE have wanted to go.
and for not completely understanding the way i felt when i got back in the car after saying goodbye.
it could have just been sixth street or south 15.
but, whatever it was i knew i had to get out of there.
- i slept for two hours and felt like i was going to be sick.
& i anonymously hated you for not letting me smoke, even more so by trying to drag me into mexico where i NEVER IN MY LIFE have wanted to go.
and for not completely understanding the way i felt when i got back in the car after saying goodbye.