Bench Warrant

Once upon a halfway perfect crime
I was a flight risk
High on 95, top down, invincible
No home and no master
Switched out plates in Tampa
No turning back
On God's birthday
My grey Chevrolet
Bought me a new felony

Time dissolved
South Beach to Veradero
White sand amnesia
Laughing out both sides of my mouth
There's no hell to pay when there's no tomorrow
Seven nights of pleasure
Collected and tucked away
And when the money ran out
I called my mom and told her I'd turn myself in