Dirt Poor Vacations

I can smell the coffee on your breath,

the cigarette between your teeth.

I see the lipstick marks on your neck. 

Stained red.

Just above your white collar.

Two buttons down.

A voice singing out on your rockstar radio,

"Tonight we're gonna burn down in the summer sun."

We're gonna burn darling, you're going to burn.

Like fire in the sky.

I hope to hell you've been listening.

She won't love you, she can't. 

Nothing you do will keep you warm at night.

 

Reviews

[Kesha]

Wow this started off quite sweet and then took a dark turn. Wasn't expecting that but altogether a good read.