Beautiful Women, Busy Plot
by dan ex machina
i woke next to you again
cuz you didn’t like me as a friend
brush your gums then come to bed
we’ll laugh about it when we’re dead
read the signals that you know
ignore the warnings that you don’t
baby oh baby you’re so spent
you know that our love is anticoagulant
although we’re stuck like wet cement
wind blew the headphones from my ear
when i walked from allen st to here
you’re still picking at your drink
another day another waste of ink
baby sweet baby in my defense
you’ve plain lost the will to open your heart again
i can do it all faster now
you think i’m a bastard now
A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
-Marla Singer
