Whatever frenches your fries...
-Florida
I wish I could go back home to the ones I love
Instead of being stuck here in a hellish paradise
With bacardi oceans and sugar beaches
I wish I could be with someone I care for
Instead of sitting on this decaying balcony
And smoking with the Pacific stars
I hate sitting in the palazzo watching happy people
Strolling with their lovers
Hands holding one anothers
It makes me sick, but makes me want to know
What it would be like to be them
Wear their expensive jeans
Carry their expensive bags
Smell like sickening purfume
But carry that boy my arm and know he's infatuated with my charm
I wish I could stand up and be noticed
Instead of falling into the negative
But I don't want sunlight and I don't need it
I wish I could be away from this
Rather than sit on the sugar beach
And sip the sapphire wine inbetween my feet
I'll think of something new
To captivate my mind and take it somewhere away from here
So I can at least pretend
That i'm satisfied
That i'm intellegent
That i'm okay
But know in the back of my mind that i'm still here and i'm still unwanted
-Shoplifter
You see them in the store
Watch the one in zippered pants and multitoned hair
No one suspects the girl in American Eagle jeans
No one thinks the girl in a preppy jacket
Has the quick fingers
And long fingernails to scratch off the security label
You just keep watching the girl with a jewel in her brow
Eyes smoked out
And her studded jacket shining under the artificial light
You grab her shoulder and check her pockets
While her friend strolls out with unpurchased merchandise
Tucked away in her preppy jacket
-I hate charities
He asked me to help save the rainforest
I told him to go eat a formica sandwich
-Watch out for the slut
He drew a picture on the wall
Himself with a gun to his head
A sign next to it read:
"Watch out, she's dangerous."
Later, he adds:
"She's tricky. Fools you with short skirts and pantyhose
Only to steal your cash and kiss your best friend."
-Last dance
Woke up alone
Stayed in the dark for hours
Finally arose to face a deadened day
I felt this car move below me
Over bric-a-brac concrete
Radio speaking in Zepplins
Before switching to Cashism
I pushed a button, language abruptly becoming Distorted
Looked up too late to see the oncoming car