Wednesday.
I was on the floor.
Crying.
Thinking you were more.

But it’s Friday.
I’m in the car.
With the girl you hate.
We’re going far.

A little high.
A little drunk.
Your memory’s.
In the trunk.

Grocery bag.
On my lap.
I’m finally out.
Of your trap.

One dozen.
Two dozen.
Eggs.
Just for you.
It’s kinda funny.
Don’t you think?

Stop the car.
Right here.
No guilt.
No fear.

I see the eye.
The little red light.
What a perfect.
Friday night.

Check the angle.
Hold the phone.
You’re not.
Alone.

Ready?
Set.
Go.

I laugh it off
I don’t off
Off and off
Off and off

The street is spinning
My heart is skinning

(Scrub it, scrub it)
It’s never coming off.
(Scrub it, scrub it)
It’s never coming off.

Saturday.
Ten AM.
Check your story.
There it is again.

“Need advice…”
“Egg on paint…”
Acting like.
A little saint.

Scrub it hard.
Watch it stay.
I hope it ruins.
Your entire day.