Just the Same

In the culmination
Of the abstraction
Of you and me,
Is this spiraling multicolored
Looming history:

Two little girls
Growing up fancy free,
Two little girls
Wandering around
aimlessly.
With a wish in your back pocket
and a dream in mine,
funny how 3000 miles tends to speed up time.

And now, I don’t want to hear
“Well, I’m a bit drunk right now”
I don’t want to hear
“He left me fucked up and naked on the couch”
cos I’m scared
and I loved you
way before he came around.

yep maybe its just jealousy,
I’d prefer you to get drunk with me.
A beer in one hand,
A fucken fag in the other.
We’ll have Dreaded hair
Dryed
And Dead
And hanging down,
Washed out and thin
from color after color.

And I remember who you are
I just forget every time I see you
Cos a year goes by and you’ve changed.
And I hate everyone of your dumbass boyfriends
But I learn to love them just the same

But I’m afraid I’ll hear
“Well I’m a bit drunk right now”
I’m afraid I’ll hear
“He left me broken on the couch”
Cos I’m scared
And I loved you,
way before he came around.

I think you forget who you are
Everytime he sees you
Cos when he walks in you change
And you’ve loved everyone of your beautiful boyfriends
But forgot to love yourself just the same…

And now I dont want to hear
"Well I'm a bit drunk right now,"
I don't want to hear
"He left me crying on the couch."
Cos I'm scared
why did you ever let him come around?

In the culmination
of the abstraction
of you and me,
there’s this spiraling multicolored looming fantasy:
two little girls grown up fancy free
two little girls smiling.