Sitting in a jail cell,
what do I feel?
I need to jump in my car,
and go out to steal.
With my diamond-studded coat,
and my gun at my side.
Wishing I could shoot the wall,
so I run outside.
Help me,
love me!
I need you now,
more than ever before.
But, I guess that's not going to cut it.
Author notes
I wrote this because it's hard to accept bad consequences, even if you end up like this.
Written September 16th, 2004
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