We'd meet before work
This skinhead girl that i used to work with
i know it ain't right
but it was her boyfriends belief i believe
and her scarred up white legs
and her blood shot blue eyes
Northline sleeping in the back of a Monty Carlo
her letters turned to postcards and then
never appeared
Northline
Now there's a mexican radio station coming through
the wall, and letters lay on the floor covered in
hearts and a drawn rose
maybe he was just adding weight to a broken back
maybe he was just adding weight to an already broken back
but my justification seemed clear
she was lost and isolation is my biggest fear