r i n g

her smile's a mile wide
as they pass for the first time.
he could use some clean pants, she
could use a miracle, but yet
we're running out of time.

his eyes are wide and blazing
as they pass for the second time.
she bents until she breaks, she says
and he's as a rough as they come.
one look and now she's gone.

r i n g

she hates it most when he leaves.
and she has no clue what he hates.