She was kicking her skirt up and talking shit
about the federal reserve and pleading
for a match to light her cigarette.
I only had a lighter but she accepted / stole it.
She was already settling for me.
With no shame she adjusted her garter belt
pretending she didn't know what that did to me
and said she had been drinking since noon.
"People like us should not be left alone,"
so we went to her place to get stoned.
And in slurs we reminisced about the scene
that night after the basement punk show
she cried because she couldn't do anything right
so to show off we drank all their red bull and vokcdaa
and fucked out in the open.
voKda.
VODKA.
I cant do anything right.
