I'm lying in the back seat of the Iveco bus looking outside, right up. There's always the Sun there. It'll always be there. I'm heading straight to hell knows where. Well, home. There's no home. Just a place where I sleep more often than at some other place.
"I was fucking things up just to fuck them up, you know" (c)
- How are you?
- I don't know.
Well, yeah, we had too much fun, didn't we?
For all I know, "there's always summer", right?
Probably some day it'll all just throw me out.
It might.