(I was going through some old stuff that I kept in a box. I kept it for a reason. I found this poem/song thing I wrong, that I actually really like. I thought I'd post it)
the stalls all read my name and number
"for a good time call", in marker
this soap and water wont help the shame, again
the wall lists nearly 30 names
somewhat of a sign up page
im a party favour for a twisted game
who ever thought handwriting could change you
completely clean I'm dirty through and through
those few letters have me feeling like a whore
my phone's unnoticed without a ringer
calls tear the skin and make it linger
postergirl for locker-room walls.
for a good time call.
its the same people time after time
keep geting phone calls at a quarter to nine
some strung-out freshmen wants to dance
5 drunken seniors loaded like a gun
calling my cell at ten after one
thinking that their luck may change tonight
im feeling naked, fully clothed. staring, slack jaw
so surprised at the penmenship I saw
it wont come clean no matter how hard I scrub
with the laughter at my boots, I walk
these four walls echo your cheap talk
this whole school smells like bleach...
(I think I wanted to continue, but lost interest. some of it really sucks, though.)
the stalls all read my name and number
"for a good time call", in marker
this soap and water wont help the shame, again
the wall lists nearly 30 names
somewhat of a sign up page
im a party favour for a twisted game
who ever thought handwriting could change you
completely clean I'm dirty through and through
those few letters have me feeling like a whore
my phone's unnoticed without a ringer
calls tear the skin and make it linger
postergirl for locker-room walls.
for a good time call.
its the same people time after time
keep geting phone calls at a quarter to nine
some strung-out freshmen wants to dance
5 drunken seniors loaded like a gun
calling my cell at ten after one
thinking that their luck may change tonight
im feeling naked, fully clothed. staring, slack jaw
so surprised at the penmenship I saw
it wont come clean no matter how hard I scrub
with the laughter at my boots, I walk
these four walls echo your cheap talk
this whole school smells like bleach...
(I think I wanted to continue, but lost interest. some of it really sucks, though.)