Baby The last days I was a virgin I got a speeding ticket. Split my lip at a party. Lost my wallet. Stole a shirt from Sean’s bedroom. Put it over my face. Read my palm. Read Rimbaud during math class. And I was blond with black roots. And I was thorns over roses.
“And I was blond with black roots.
And I was thorns over roses.”
I like that. The contrasts.