Wet single ply paper is sticking to the counter,
and we are counting empty soap dispensers.
But who is washing their filthy hands anyway.
Her apartment keys are on a department store key ring,
and her expensive rings are on worthless fingers.
Painting the town with our rusty personalities and body glitter.
Yet we feel our best when we have been stripped down to nothing.
Stripping for anyone and everyone,
we are claiming empowerment.
We are messy girls in velvet dresses,
and well dressed girls in messy situations.
Buying shots we cannot afford.
Spiralling out of control in a city far from mom and dad.
We are starving and haven’t eaten in 17 hours.
We’ve been up all night smashing our delicate faces off the wall,
and grinding our weak yellow teeth until they crack and crumble.
We are swallowing parts of our teeth with little pills
and this help our stomach contents stay down.
We are going down on our friends,
and feeling utterly used.
We are painting the sheets with worthless fingers and broken toes.
We are practicing and painting , but getting no where.
Wearing out the brushes,
and brushing out knotted and dyed hair.
We are dying to get out of this fucking place.