Why you keep doin’ dis t’ me?
Claim that your a keeper,
callin long shots, shootin’ strait
so with bad charm and great ass
you keep running from 5th street
back to me.

Carla,
it’s funny how it started on the roof till Sunday mornings
shooting down stars from
here to Tennessee

we decided to paint the town with red and black red and black
and seafoam green



Carla it’s so sad to say we’re say we know we sad so sad.

and every time I wake up for the day it’s hot as fuck outside on North 10th street

locked the door one day and I never ever thought I’d ever get to see you again

I wish I had a way of letting you know that Carla, how I was thinking about you and me.

At least I know the past the past I’m getting over shit at last
and least I need is a reminder to
keeping me at arms length at least

Carla,
I’m coming...