"Sometimes even putting a nickel into a parking meter feels good"

-Seeing her makes me write to distract myself from thinking of her. Written in less than a half hour.

She entered through the back door
Like so many others before

The dream ends before two
because daddy doesn't know

With stars in her eyes,
and thighs so inviting

She screamed just love me, and the only answer she got was an echo. Four words princess take your own advice.

Backstage love doesn't exist

So rip your heart off your sleeve and put it back inside
You've got a good heart, save it for someone who cares

With stars in her eyes
like so many others before
His lie was a weapon,
and now she is empty