Americana

He took me to a ware house.

Out in the desert. Probably is going to kill me.

Good thing I'm not easy to kill.

He opened the back seat door and I took my chance.

I kicked him in the no no spot,

After that I ran out of the car as I look back he's on the ground.

My lucky day to wear heels.

I ran for what it felt like years.

Then I feel a sharp pain in the left side of my stomach.

He f.u.c.k.i.n.g shot me.

That bastard.

I got up and ran as fast as I could while being injured.

When I looked back he was running after me.

I'm slower now.

I'm not gonna make it as this rate.

And I'll be damned if I tell him anything.

Then I see a river.

I run towards it.