Faux fur
Strapless bra sliding down
Been a day been a day
We ride off into the night
And I revisit an old band
That once claimed so much
Of my heart
I remember
Like head banging
Against a frosted pink
Southern sunrise
And adult me wonders
And finds
I think I'll be sad for a long time
This one didn't work out.

But off we go
Again and again
But it's all different this time.