Were you pulling the iron
Down your hair
To look like the girls
Who had the boyfriends and the drugs
On the weekend
You sneak out to find a clearin'
Far away from the houses
That are triple the size of yours
And the boys light the fire
Use spare wood and old newspaper
And I think one read a headline
About a blue jean president's unrelenting war
One of them looks into the eyes
Of a shitty Miller Lite
And grazes a hand across her shoulders
And up to her neck
And down to her thigh
And you wanna die
So you draw up a plan you will never enact
As the boys chug their beers and peak down your chest
You sneak out to find a clearing
Far away from your house
Build a fire the size of it
And the boys get their third degree
Collegiate burned out frat house schemes
And you read
The headlines, imaginary
"Boys Killed Out Of Jealousy!"
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
