I'm Lia. I'm 24. I'm from Kentucky and my mother said to get things done, you'd better not mess with major tom.
As they drive up the river road, there are sixty thousand trees which he sees, but does not touch. Like him, she is confined in the speeding car, but she touches every tree. - Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
Yes, I’m a little bit wasted. Just like a six-string, I sing only when I’m pressured Or when I’m alone with a rhythm and a reason. Heading for the season of the winter coat, Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note. Yes, I’m a little bit wasted; Nevermind valentine, walking in a straight line, Trying out my voice for the first time.
Grey lake, paint-stained body of water To the left of the runway. Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.