kore

he's the fucking frat boy your mother warns you about
there was a cup of absinthe which i was gulping
and the vodka, and some rum and wine too
it was a party

down on the bench by the burnt out fire
when everyone else had disappeared
he got to know my body with his hands
and it was fine at first
but he's one of those guys, you know the type
with really fast hands, and eyes that don't look

i don't understand people
who don't want to enjoy getting
to where they're going

and then later on, the line
i've been meaning to talk to you about the other night
you know what's coming next and
i think it was a mistake, i was really drunk, i don't remember
bla bla bla, i was so much drunker and
half his size, i still remember

and so i this and thated away
the rest of the conversation
and hung up the phone
drank a beer, called him back
and let him have it

i told him to take some responsibilty for his actions
made him listen to a play by play of what happened
i even told him that if i hear about him doing this
to any other girls, i'll kick the shit out of him
i'm one tough little bitch

too many times in my life
i have sat by and played girl
quietly accepting such bullshit apologies
pretending to believe such obvious lines
but not this time