What do you want me to say? That things haven’t worked out the way that I planned? That I’m struggling, barely able to keep my head above water? That L.A. is a cold place even in the middle of the summer? That it’s a lonely place even when you’re stuck in traffic at the Hollywood Freeway? That I’m no better than a screenwriter driving a cab, a starlet turning tricks, a producer in a house he can’t afford? Is that what you want me to say?

Feel it coming

On the tracks

It won’t stop for us

We just sit back

No one cares

If I live or die

So I might as well

Waste my time

Sitting on the floorboards

Reading a book

Watch the cars go past

Feel it pinching

Around my back

It won’t stop

It never cracks

Watch the cars

Which one’s yours?

I liked that Honda

You preferred the Ford