Texas is The Reason
So...on my way to work every day I see this Silver Honda Civic (a new one, not a piece of shit like the pussy wagon) and it has Texas plates on it. And it makes me smile and seeing it every morning gives me comfort. Every time I turn right on that street I look for it. It makes me think of all the good times in Texas.
Then suddenly I needed to know who drove it. Was it a girl, a boy, were they old or young, black or white I just wanted to know. Like it would satisfy something in me that has put this car on such a high level of importance. And because I'm a creep I wanted to write a letter to this person and tell them how their car made my day always start of nicely...but because I didn't know who they were I felt it might be crossing the line into stalkerness.
Well after a 13 months of looking at it (13 months, why are the plates still from Texas) I FINALLY saw her. It's a her. A young woman and can I tell you...she's a fox. I just feel so happy and satisfied that I've finally answered that burining question about the silver honda civic with the Texas plates.
Texas is the reason...that I'm a creep.
A few hours from now...I will be knee deep in salvation
Then suddenly I needed to know who drove it. Was it a girl, a boy, were they old or young, black or white I just wanted to know. Like it would satisfy something in me that has put this car on such a high level of importance. And because I'm a creep I wanted to write a letter to this person and tell them how their car made my day always start of nicely...but because I didn't know who they were I felt it might be crossing the line into stalkerness.
Well after a 13 months of looking at it (13 months, why are the plates still from Texas) I FINALLY saw her. It's a her. A young woman and can I tell you...she's a fox. I just feel so happy and satisfied that I've finally answered that burining question about the silver honda civic with the Texas plates.
Texas is the reason...that I'm a creep.
A few hours from now...I will be knee deep in salvation