Posters from teenage magazines
Closed the door, you locked it with a key
The pictures would keep you company at night
Handsome strangers to hold on tight
You put some music and it filled the room
Gently like a snowfall
We were always interrupted by your mother
She was knocking at the door, offering cookies
Candy, ice cream from the store
I thought you were spoiled, you screamed
Piss off you fuckin' whore
And then you whispered
Let's steal some wine, mom won't notice anything
And while the music melted down
We heard her steps, she was staggering
We were bored, but you know
You're not supposed to play at that age
The only thing you talked about was guys
And getting laid
You had big tits and every boy in school wanted to fuck you
You told me stories about what these boys could do
They rip off your clothes, all they wanna do is screw
Cans of hairspray piled up like skyscrapers
I remember the smell of dark
Fat food that your mother fried in the cigarette smoke
And in a hesitating cloud of despair
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