Nov 12, 2006 11:32
How do we keep our heads?
Pretty boys,
And girls in the beds.
You can feel it,
The smile,
It warms the room,
He's worthwhile.
Pretty eyes,
Nice clothes,
He supplies.
Cheap thrills
Quick highs,
He loaths.
Pretty-eyes lifts his shirt,
Quick laugh,
She slides off the skirt,
Only half.
The boy he sees,
But what he needs,
is not a tease,
His heart bleeds.
Pretty-eyes,
Leaves the friend behind,
The truth the lies,
Wondering just what he'll find.
Party three months later,
Pretty-eyes has just awoke,
New eyes have parental censors,
Pretty-eyes took a quick smoke.
Pretty-eyes confronted by a friend,
Quick high and cheap thrill,
Little did he know this was the end,
The naked boy with pretty eyes got his fill.
Cops break in and he's handcuffed,
And now he can finally realize,
Because pretty-eyes puffed and fucked,
He will now be known as grey-eyes.