A Setting Sun Can't Save My Soul

The setting sun was all I ever knew.I vowed I'd die alone. The strips of purple, pink, and deeper blues that waved across the skyline above the shore and behind the haystack rocks... these were the only companions I ever knew or wanted. But then my drug dealer swept me up in a rush I'd never experienced. When the high wore off, we'd never been more buzzed. Maybe a setting sun couldn't save my soul. That didn't mean this man couldn't steal my heart.