I get it
I get that you drive fast
You're popular
You're in a couple hundred punk bands
and I can fit my whole hand
through what used to be your ear.
A different lamp post
a different picture of your face
folded arms
holding on with electical tape
You're good to go but you used to be a saint
or the other way around and it'll flip next year.
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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