If everyone stares, she’ll fight with her fists.
She rises in smoke and silences at the bottom of the bottle.
She’s a cheap date because she’s a lightweight.
An easy target because everyone thinks she’s pretty
And she has a napkin down her shirt covered in numbers of the people who have hurt her and she made a map on her arms to remember how she felt.
Everyone will feel like shit when they figure out she’s wasting a way.
But she laughs, “I’m not fucking hungry, I’m not drunk, I’m okay, I’m perfect.”
And it was if the devil said it himself, seamlessly.
She’s a cheap date because she’s a lightweight.
An easy target because everyone thinks she’s pretty
And she has a napkin down her shirt covered in numbers of the people who have hurt her and she made a map on her arms to remember how she felt.
Everyone will feel like shit when they figure out she’s wasting a way.
But she laughs, “I’m not fucking hungry, I’m not drunk, I’m okay, I’m perfect.”
And it was if the devil said it himself, seamlessly.