That raw, screaming feeling of being "done" but unable to leave.
Gritty, nocturnal, and unapologetically desperate. If you'd like to dive deeper into this world, I can: Write a lyrics-to-prose translation of a specific verse. Create a character profile for the narrator of the song. Lana Del Rey - Dealer (Audio)
She reached across the table and placed a small, silver key between them. It didn't look like much, but they both knew it opened a locker at the Greyhound station—a locker filled with the kind of trouble you can't walk away from. That raw, screaming feeling of being "done" but