Cross my legs at the knee
Take in all that I can see
Embers on pretty girls' lips
Flowers cascading down their hips
Avoid their gaze as they walk by
Watch them move and softly sigh
Put bare feet on warm cement
And think of all that I can't get
Break into a hotel 'cause I'm bored
Admire the bouquets and tiled floors
Stare at my face in the mirror
Try to be thankful that I'm still here
Fail and check the bruises on my wrists
Name the girls I never quite kissed
Wonder how it ever came to this
Heading home with cigarettes
A six pack and some fresh regrets
Shake off the rain, shake off the wraiths
Go meet an old friend, my secret disgrace
Take stock of my failings and my charms
Investigate the scabs on legs and arms
Stare at my face in the mirror
Try to be thankful that I'm still here
Try to be happy that I exist
Mourn the girls I never quite missed
Wonder how it ever came to this