Companions

The bullets came faster than I thought they'd be.
I'm not as quick as I used to be.
No one's as bad as they seem to be at first.
And I'm not as tough as I thought.

Companions, like drive-in movies,
All look the same,
When you're going as fast as I was last night.
A pit stop 'cuz we were home free and invisible,
To the radar-equipped hot-rod of authority.

Companions, now I understand,
That whole scene.
Switch-blading hipsters don't care about us.
Bastards and criminals agree I'm no mystery,
Because I miss my home and my life.

The bullets came faster than I thought they'd be.
I'm not as quick as I used to be.
No one's as bad as they seem to be at first,
And I'm not as tough as I thought.