I might not have time to worry about that girl, but I'd take another shag or two or ten. I feel like her curves are tattooed across my body along with all the song lyrics. “My dad died yesterday.” Well, shit if that doesn't make me feel like a right arsehole. Maybe that's why I ran away from her, out into the fucking pouring Arizona rain? And she knew it, too, that I was running away. Wish she could explain to both of us why I panicked like that.
