since when could you say you were
open, with doors closed,
touching yourself because unlike
everyone else,
you've got no one to do it for you.
your life is such a
sad song, & you sing it but
kid,
do you even know the lyrics?
do you even know the
tune?
(didn't think so. see,
you're just a washed-up
never-was in a
town full of eurotrash girlfriends &
spray-tan boyfriends.
but i've got news for you, boy,
these are the big leagues,
so can you play ball?)