What's passed these hands?. All these drugs and one night stands. So I tremble when I think of she'd do. She'd say something like. "You're no good,. You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood"
Missy got off the bus one day. In a crowded depot, downtown LA. She looked around as if to say, 'I'm home'. But I'm home. . I'll find someone to love. And some place to drink. And some time whe
