CryBabySabs

Riding Down, riding down.
          My hand on you seat, the whole way round.
          I carry band-aids on me now
          For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground
          Wheels aren't even touching the ground
          Scared to take them off, but they're so worned out
          Promise I won't push you strait to the dirt.
          If you promise me you'll take them off first.