Album Song — Born To Die

She found the tickets on the kitchen counter. Two one-way flights to Mexico City. He was already packing when she walked in. “We’re leaving tonight,” he said. Not a question. She turned on the radio. Some sad song about a train station. She turned it off.

It was just quieter.

Then came the summer of neon and nothing. She worked at a diner where the coffee was always burnt and the jukebox only played songs from 1985. A trucker with a gold tooth taught her to shoot pool. A girl with lavender hair gave her a tarot reading: “You’re going to fall in love with a liar.” Angie laughed. She’d already done that. Twice. born to die album song