The Biker's Rules
Everything feels like him.
Right now, I don’t feel like an angel with a shotgun — I feel like an angel who got blasted by one. Point-blank. Chest open. Heart gone.
I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back
Yeah. That tracks.
And I, want to live, not just survive, tonight
(Live, not just survive)’
Right now, I’m not even sure I am surviving … never mind living.
‘And I’m gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight’