On a winter beach.
Ankles deep in sand,
Under a sky of unconstrained stars.
The second time, it didn’t work.
But I hope the third time’s the charm.
I’m not scared anymore.
i know you hoping we won’t make it
clyde and bonnie, let the world chase us
ride or die where the world takes us
if we end up poor or rich and famous
i’m all he needs and more chick
his home chick
his tour chick
his 4th finger, left hand chick