She waits at the bus station

She knows they will find her there

Lonely men with nowhere to run to

But it comforts them to see the buses come and go

So she waits

Empty flourescent lights patiently standing against darkness

Until one appears

He sees her, and she’s wearing too much mascara

So he knows what kind of girl she is

And she knows that he needs her

Hey baby, how you doing?

She turns away with a swing of her hip

But she wants to follow

She wants to fall

They both do, and she’s stronger

She’s not supposed to fall

She pretends she doesn’t need him, and he’s crazy

This is how the game is played

Hot desire and making him wait

As she has waited

Finally she goes with him

They fuck in his apartment

At least his sheets are clean

And her jewelry gleams in the glow of a streetlight shining in the window

She’s the kind of girl who has sex with her earrings on

So they both understand that when she leaves in the morning

She will not kiss him good-bye