Wearing White

Into It. Over It.


Sorting through awful plans we're making, our permanent locations pending on advice (and time) and savings...
Our earnings for this week counting down to bleeding through my sleeves.
Sitting, now everyone is waiting for black barred risks we're taking and compensated drinking from the after-hours party down the street.
I'm bleeding through my sleeves.
If
I stood sin city on it's side every bad decision could hopefully be mine.
I've picked one hell of a night to start wearing white.