milicia

I'm lonely; no other way around it.
And that drive following the sunset to the next city...
just seems so long when the passenger seat is empty.
The radio is no substitute for your words.
I just want a partner in crime; someone to get into trouble with.
Someone that wants roll up their sleeves; to get their hands dirty.
Hey Mr. Fix It, Enhance me.
And when the craziness comes down; be there for me to crash into.
I want to collide with your heart and burn in your soul;
oh, can't you see my eyes smolder?
...
Kill me with that stare: Be my modern day James Dean.
Let's Bonnie and Clyde this; and get the hell out of here