She can't let them know The pain she has been through So she puts on a show 'Bout the places she's been too With a Halls cough drop Fresh in her mouth And a connection with a cop Somewhere in the south Living the ways Of the street savvy hipster And the scent that always stays A cold Vics smell, always bitter
Sub-Entry She coughs And hacks because of the acid that worms It's way up her throat every time she eats And the polar green smell of Vics lotion Blocks out the hint of sick That wafts about her And the Halls disguises the Breath of a bulimic