Shotgun

I’m at a Taco Bell in Queens

And I always do the same damn thing

Another city tomorrow

And back home by next week

These things tend to go the same for me

Strip me bare, indulge in the familiar

Embrace of the comfort

I feel when you are here

And if you’re somewhere on the east coast

It’s not too much for me to handle

As the neurons split inside my brain

And bounce around the barrel

Fire off, fire off for me

Fire off for me, fire off for me