Well ladies and gentlemen
Here I am again
Single, with New York on my mind
Sitting here watching the fan blades
Make shadows on my walls

Ceiling fans
Have taken the place of drugs
In this sober life
I’ve chosen to lead
for some unknown reason

Oh yes, DRUGS KILL
I knew there was a good solid reason
To be so bored lately
That
and the reality that
the man I want in my bed
Is only in my head
And the dreams that used to be hot and wet
Have become like my life
Cool and dry
These things combine to make sue
The glum little chickie that I am tonite

But no worry, I keep up a good front
When I walk out the door tomorrow
To go to this job
That I pretend to enjoy
So that I can draw the pay that I
Have convinced myself that I need
I will look like the young professional
I will smell like a prom date
My makeup will be perfect
My smile will be the thing dentist’s dream of
My little red car will gleam
And at lunch
I’ll go in the bathroom and cry
Because none of this was how it was supposed to be

i'll get this out of my system soon and go back to writing about relevant stuff like my sex life and my purple suede shoes that i just had to buy last week