“You comin’ or not, baby?” Austin took a long drag of his cigarette as he waited for you to make up your mind. He didn’t care if you weren’t expecting to see him; he needed his little love back

’Cause, mama, I’m in love with a criminal

“It’s still the same ol’ me, teddy bear. The fuzz’ll be here any moment… please..?” Austin didn’t like to beg. If his buddies back in the jail house knew how soft he was around you, he’d be beaten to pulp in an instant… but he couldn’t help it. You were his life, his reason for living… the only reason he killed that guy in the first place

And he’s got my name tattooed on his arm, his lucky charm

When Austin showed up at your doorstep, freshly escaped from prison, he wasn’t sure what to expect. But he needed you to say yes, to run away with him… to be his lucky charm again