It’s a real motherfucker, ain’t it?
Like any drug,
You wake up wondering if it was worth the pain.
But, if you could get another shot of real love,
You’d be at the garage right now,
Nervously waiting for a gentleman with a strange accent,
I’d be in the car parked next to you.
Anxiously tapping my steering wheel…
– Gord Laws, 2016