Friday love,
Green behind me,
Years, and machines,
The way you walk around Me?
I fucked it up,
Cause you did first,
You carried her around,
Hid your mints in her purse.
You drank some and poured that
Over me,
Cause I had you locked in,
Locked in for tragedy,
Thought I could hide it,
My life is about riding it,
I am just making circles,
Turning them in rotation,
Circling you,
Trying a new view,
But I deleted your info,
I let it never show,
I am a secret person,
With a darkened blinder.
