you live in movies
and see-through jars
you bought garbage
and watch Prisoner
you read all night
and screw all day
your alibi is your guitar, it’s keeping us awake
her hair is blue
her eyes diseased
we’re Ken & Barbie on LSD
she holds her breath
and counts to three
the plastic zip gun girl is puking in the street
and when our giros come
we get highly strung
when the money’s spent
we just go to bed
don’t stop my heart ...
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