A common theme (working on it.) the 2nd

He doesn’t know that – and they mean to. Or is it incidental? I ask this, turning around, in a sing-song. I don’t know what they’re thinking. I don’t know what they’re thinking. They are working for the weekend. They are working for the immortal dollar. I’m a rocafella soldier. A soldier at arms. My arms ache from days without water. I tell her, I think its called an Immortal Affair? She looks at me sideways, like sure you’re right. I get in the car, does the cigarette lighter even work? He hands me something, I can’t tell you one thing. He’s finding me, he’s fiending me, he’s fiending for me. I am so sweet, he tells me. I am so sweet. He could just. We’re running. We’re running. Me and my.