Jane

Jane walks around the house with long socks and a white tee
when she gets closer she blows some smoke at me
she doesn't care if her red lipstick is all over my face
she doesn't care if I don't like when she exposes herself

Jane walks to the train station every couple of weeks
consantly tries to be a 90th bitch
some classic rock is playd in her ears
she likes when David Bowie does his thing
she takes the ticket and wait for the first train
the cigarette doesn't leave her mouth
the strawberry gum as well

she does her hair in a way only she thinks is cool
but her Rebooks are nothing new
"she always says "we need to stay together
but when I start talking about us she shuts herself

her pillow is mostly left behind
her closet is never full
some cash is always in her pocket
and a little key somewhere in her shoes
I just sit somewhere not far away
and wait for the same speach about how dangerous she is