Escape route. Trapped in a loop.
Making it rain.
It’s late at night and your mind is busy listening to distant subway sounds, everything else is irrelevant.
It’s late at night and you’ve been walking alone on the street, you stop for a minute…
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.
One at a time.
Out of business.