As we raced down Sunset Blvd,
We refused that dealt card,
Of a desolate life behind bars.
we taunted at the passing cars, they swerved as we started fights.
you drove through the red lights
through your sun kissed lips, you lied as I screamed in this joyride.
You loved the chase, I loved the thrill
A love that cops called criminal.
As we drove we were blind by what love could’ve truly been.
Sweet, rustic and not in a gun-filled bin.
Our cards were dealt,
The moment we felt
The tension that grew
That line I drew
That you chose to sweep under the rug
With every hushed, tearful hug.
Maybe they were right
That A love like this could only end in a fight
Or maybe society wasn’t ready
For our hands, on that trigger steady
Til we went down in a blazing fall
After we gave our all
About the Creator
Devin James
I am a songwriter, visual artist, and poet. I am also an Acting student at my local college. I have also studied Ancient History and Media Arts. I enjoy putting the 2 together to create whimsical romanticism.
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