Print

The air is still it's five o'clock wet streamers from red walls the rocks are thick with dampened ashes as the morning falls a plastered laugh shrieks echoing cross-faded with a tortured snore concluding groans of desperate sex from every bolted door one more glass of luke-warm wine and one more fancy cigarette she wraps a sheet around her waist this evening is not finished yet everyone on valentine's got drunk enough to kiss her tonight she will be satisfied with something if it kills her she executes through broken glass of vomit touching dance through slips of papers, names and numbers scrawled in drunken hands sliding down the sticky stairwell lucky cinderella's hair and somebody should notice her Letras de cancionessome passed out prince beneath the chair everyone on valentine's got drunk enough to kiss her tonight she will be satisfied with something if it kills her nothing's left except the stench and bottles in the bar she hangs the streamers up again turns on the disco ball and sitting there the day before with all the patience in the world she swears she won't get up until she feels like she's a real live college girl From Letras Mania