justo

It's too late, I've just begun

But each day just crawls into another one

And the years go by with nothing to show for them

Save the dust in my lungs, the sweat on my brow

And the empty cans on the floor

I can see me driving it into the dirt

He turned away in frustration

Another late night confrontation

"It's just you and your premonition – you and your god-damn premonition"