golf shirt.. stop looking
you don't know where this is going and
where have those fingers been
white trash.. i see your fate in your
big brown eyes
mermaid kisses and broken arms
don't spend a life saving whoever he was
your wheels are my wheels and
girlfriend.. we gotta split
why break another heart for fun
you've thought it, too
and it's obvious in your reflection in oil spill coffee
we're going nowhere
your nowhere, or mine?
same choose-your-own-adventure ending
sit at the bar and dawdle at the register
stuff bills into your mouth
get them out of the way
back to the shack to continue indentured servitude
same time tommorow?
church-going suburbanites.. nice coat
you're as empty as we are
but you hide it up the sleeve of that nice parka
minivan man.. you're gone, a father
done fishing with mormons
it's time to reclaim destiny
let's all go to the trailer park
and have ourselves a slow, painful death