well here is me on tragedy

i always want what's out of reach

she pulls dyed black hair back and sighs

fuck that night out with the guys

i never get a word in with them anyway

the telephone doesn't scare me anymore

you're home and i'm here alone my dear

always stupidly sarcastic my hyper spastic superhero girl

so break the bruised monogamy

and let him fade to memory

your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind

do me a favor please and touch your lips to mine