My chest is over his face
His hands are underneath my skirt
And I’m blissfully addicted
To the pain of the pleasure
That feels so good but wrong
It’s such a quick fix
An antidote for barely living

Roll over, sleep, wake, eat
Work work work
With blood shot eyes
Cycle again
Repeat repeat repeat
To the bar with the brick wall
Drink dance stairs surveil
Drink dance stairs surveil
Hot boys, I gotta go stare

Until they notice me
I’d do almost anything
For them to notice me
And pour quick concrete
Into my cracks
Before I crumble back into
The ground that created
All the oceans and seas

My game is weak
But I’m pretty and sweet
Up the stairs
Drink wink drink
Drink wink drink
Signals made to leave
I stay sitting on the curb
Crying salty bourbon tears
*******’ about how
Jack Daniel’s the only man
Who never lets me down
While I’m busy lettin’
Everyone else down

Then the brick wall
Starts to sparkle
And tells an old story of
my red red blood
in the grass
And the shards of glass
That were left in
my lovely heart-shaped face

But tonight there’s no space
In my mind for melancholy  
I only miss the party
And the pain of the pleasure
That felt so good but wrong

I’ve found new ways
To self-destruct
in my more mature age
But they only make
my heart ache
I want to feel
Good but wrong again
Good but wrong again