You talk the talk, all sunken-eyed from a not-so-scant dilaudid habit but you are a dilettante and can't straight walk the walk compared to she and I, the comparable brunettes.
You go to the bathroom and snort drugs off your lap b/c u r v sick.
When your girlfriend goes to rehab, don't call me to *******.
You want to **** me because you like the idea of being loved and you are two-years-too-late out of touch with being a scene queen, draghino druggies into bathtubs and baking with Lil B.
You're slipping and I know that, for sure, because you tried to kiss *me