Midnight Streets and Disappearances

She took an old black cab to West LA. That's money in the fire or

the city drain. Downtown don't got what you wanna do, but we'll use

search engines in case for once this isn't true. Oh, it's quicker and

smaller so no one calls you like the inside joke, the people making

the calls. Since high school, it's been a month and a year,

but you still want to wake up and disappear. Woo-hoo. I literally am

talking. Damn. Midnight streets and midnight heats.

Midnight streets and midnight heats.