as if its something we would live by

cheap bear and cheaper fucks
the boys in this town are only after one thing
pleasure
and the girls are only here to give it to them
big, small, blonde, brunette
it doesnt matter what color eyes we have
all that is evident about them by the end of the night is shame anyway.

shame, carried on our backs, like posters
unable to disguise our mistakes, or fucking pretend it never happened
theyre coming for us, theyre on to us
they know what we do in a small town.
and the bruises we wear on our flesh do nothing to hide the secrets
and the scratch marks are more evident in summer because we flaunt so much of our skin without clothes

our minds are scarred with remains of the nights
that held promises of so much more than what we were granted
to think we come home and kiss our parents with these mouths

d e g r a d i n g

so why continue
for as much as the boys like the thrill
us girls do it too
we fuck, we write, we put it all together and claim to be artsy.
bile, the taste is stuck in our mouths and its nothing we can be clean from

we are dirty girls and dirty boys trying to get by on too many cigarettes
too much beer and too many parties