The Biker's Rules
I don’t know …
You’re always watching me fall … Shadows, they like my wall … Why do I feel so small?
I don’t know …
The road stretches out ahead of us, dark and glossy from last night’s rain, the world blurred at the edges like it’s holding its breath. Streetlights streak past, pulsing in time with the bass.
So I walk into the dead of night … Where my monsters like to hide