It'll be great when we collide
My face, your ride
The hole in my head
My bloodshot eye
The inkblot appeared
Got bigger each day
Then it slowly faded and went away
I wonder how many chances I have got
And if I've learned my lesson
Probably not
I sent a photograph
You cried, I laughed
The flashing lights
The streets I passed
Note to self: I must come see this end of the city