The She

Ripped off

You smoked the Bible

Rolled it up

Your last breath

Hot on my back

You get started

Try to get somewhere

You move so slow

You're not even here

Dear traveller

It's my death

My rhythm

My arithmetic

I got used to

Nobody ridin in the back

Sorrow blowin through the veins

I'm over Houston

You're over the night we met

Dear traveller

The she

Scared electricity

Where no human

Carries a map

You say you gotta burn to shine

But every prism unwinds

A road to ruin

And this tickets mine

Dear traveller