i'm jilly. or jill. or jell. or whatever you wanna call me.
he's just that boy from out of town.. only stops here twice a year. says your pretty and he adores you, reciting dialogue from classic romance. but my dear... he doesn't give a damn about you.
she's just that girl from another town. know her name by the letter of city and state. brown hair, blue eyes, she's about 5'5".
She would never lie to you...
overrated boys and attention starved girls.. a little curious, a little insecure. they call it love, it might be premature... but they don't need excuses to feel used or feel lust.. to feel wanted for once. to know there's somebody else who's dying to feel anything.
ready and willing.
and we'll sing out loud for hours til the morning that we know we cant avoid. these nights are noteable and priceless. but i swear that every word i say, i'll mean until my dying day. it's a shame that when i wake i can't recall a thing. so keep things quiet til the rest of the street falls asleep
then we'll break out and show everyone just what we're made of.
so young.. let's abuse it all and have a little fun.
i'll drink to that, let's drink to that.
and i've got some problems, but we've got ten dollars. thats enough to get us wasted before the night is over. these past 5 days i've been completely sober but tonight i'm getting ripped wide open.
it's a shame that when i wake, i can't recall a thing.
