Well here is me on tragedy. I always want what's out of reach. She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs. Fuck that night out with the guys. I never get a word in with them, anyway..
The Sunset Strip bitch. Sunset Strip bitch. Sunset Strip bitch. Yeah, yeah. . He reads women's magazines. Swears the truth doesn't phase him. And he knows the hottest bras for fall.
Lay off the coffee & the kofta & the coughing. Lay off the means to the ends. And mean what you say more often. Lay off the, laying off the smiling, the trying.
Soffocate from lack of stimulation. Television time.. Gonna break with every bead of sweat,. My heart rate seems to climb.. My friend and I stick to the tired couches,.
Cheap shot hocked straight to the ear drum. Is it some sick sign of affection?. Violated and singed with deceit. Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet.
Saturday night burns. A redness on my face. I tasted you. You tasted me. . You were never my taste. Now left alone. With precious thoughts of half - assed half an hour stops.