serpentine.
dressed in white,
paints her face,
wraps herself in neon signs.
you know she hates this,
carpenter in a dress,
needs no love
cause she’s something-
ultra blessed.
she needs the test
you know she needs it.
overseas, under skies
she sees no hope,
so now sometimes she wonders why
I never try; you know I hate this
‘giddy up, you need a ride?
you look just fine.
leavenworth, 6pm. wait for me
cause you'll never know
when I'll need a friend
I need a friend, you know I need this
semper fi's never true
when boys they come
they want to come all over you
they come for you
you know they need this