She Proved Me Wrong
There are not little birds that sing,
they are begging.
They want a piece of that
She tells me, don't fold
your clothes in a heap and
piss in the open space,
I need you,
she repeats, only this time louder
as though it were a different language
and saying it louder was the translator.
I can't take it any more!
(or maybe just a little on the side.)
Gimme what I don't know that I want!
They say, "you can't do that."
Because you will end up in prison,
You might end up in prison with AIDs too.
You might end up in prison
Yeah and when you do, you dunno what
The mother says, this guy is no good,
I won't let my daughter...
you give me some yourself.
these are just the photographs,
not the memories.
I remember it better than being.
she said it was fun.
And it was.