dVengeance
We smoked like chimneys, fucked like fiends
We loved like desperate, orphaned teens
We hurt like children, cried like thieves
We fought like suicide cases
All in the back of a white hatchback
For what seemed to be eternity
And I thought I’d die, I thought I’d die
I thought I’d die when you were done with me
To Hell with your punch-drunk romance
You should’ve killed me when you had the chance
‘Cuz the dead don’t laugh
The dead don’t sing
The dead don’t scream their vengeance in the key of D
And I live, I live
I live and I’ll be damned if I forgive
Washed up whore, you’re the drunk of the week
You’re the Patron Saint of Posturing
And you’ll live and die inside that county line
‘Cuz you know better than to stray
From your tiny world, where all the lonely girls
Stay young and dumb and you can fuck the guilt away
Fuck the guilt away
Fuck the guilt away
But you won’t fuck me
© 2011 September Garland
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