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