how they talked to the girl
insulting her
belittling her
killing my boner
in real life
you talk to a girl like that
she won't go anywhere with you
she'll stay for the bus
shaking
won't notice where
the wind becomes rain
the rain becomes tears
the tears become mud
won't notice the bus
till it's time to get on
get back to her flat
boots off
brush teeth
long day tomorrow at the plant
in the morning she's herself again
but a glance in the mirror
a rifle through the dresser
nothing to wear
nothing fits
I don't want anyone to see me today
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