The parties. They sting.
I pissed in front of a girl, and she smiled.
She pissed in front of me too.
Didn’t she dance wonderfully?
She did, didn’t she
All boobs and tottering,
Hips disproportionately small.

She’s throwing up now
And she’s divine.
If I could
Be her
I’d be lonely.
It’d be my head in that toilet,
And would I be any happier?
All boobs and tottering.

With my fingers threaded through her hair
I can’t shake the feeling
That who I am
Doesn’t matter.

I’m lonely now
And I’m not all boobs and tottering.