Maybe She'll Notice
Cigarette after Cigarette
I could imagine her, pretending she was twenty and childless, even though she didn't look the part at all. Her face hidden by glasses, the drugs she spent all her money on being pulled out of her bag as she tried to bed yet another man by flashing her ass to every drunk that passed by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of the house reeking of tobacco and beer, and I was tired of not having a mother. Crash! Crash, CRASH! The bottles flew from my hands. Cigarettes rained onto the stained carpet.
Maybe she'll notice now.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of the house reeking of tobacco and beer, and I was tired of not having a mother. Crash! Crash, CRASH! The bottles flew from my hands. Cigarettes rained onto the stained carpet.
Maybe she'll notice now.