I can't be here anymore, my baggage are packed I'm getting out of L.A.
I loved him... But for him, I was just like a video game... A game that he knew very well how to play. Game Over.
- Have a good trip !
- Ohh Constance is that a tear ?? Ahah don't worry, I'll be fine.
- Ahah... I'm gonna miss you
- I'm gonna miss you too Constance
I get into my car... It's vintage, as my soul is.
And I just ride... With my soft dress on and my hair flying at the flavour of the wind... A peach lipstick and my green eyes on the road... All I hear is Billie Holiday.... And I realise that ever since he went away it's never been the blackest day... Cause now I am fucking crazy, but I'm free.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast. It's almost midnight so I stop my car at a fancy motel.
- Good night, a room please
- Good night. Ohh are you alone ??
- Yes ahah
- So what's your name ??
- Elizabeth Grant
- Ok.... Here's your key
- Thanks... This place looks amazing for a Motel
- Yeah, I know... It's like a mini hotel ahah
I take a shower, dress up a night gown, and smoke a cigarette at the balcony, then I go to sleep.
• • •
I wake up in the morning to a red blue and yellow sky. I pack my stuff and go downstairs. There's a bar.
- Good morning, a cup of whiskey please
- Wow, right now ?? You're brave...
- Ahah not brave, strong
- Touché
I drink it and I leave.
Back to the road again.
