Just like that, desolate and empty
Everything gone, only silence greet him
And that sickening eerie sound
As he knocked, the door opened a crack
That forboding creak and he knows
The place is empty, long since packed
Wind blowing outside, silence, creaking
Empty space all around
Silent and bare speaking
How could this be?
Only yesterday morning
Max saw her angry
Tears spilling down cheeks
Hurling keys across the room, shrieking
Empty lithium bottle on the kitchen floor
Pounding fists and screaming something
About being a pill whore?
Throwing glasses, throwing keys
"I WANT MY DOPE!
GIMME MORE PILLS SO I CAN CHOKE
I'M DONE WITH SOBRIETY
FUCK APATHY, FUCK ANXIETY
I WANT DEATH! FUCK POVERTY!
Screeching, she let out an animal cry
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE
She reached in the drawer
Hammered down on her veins with a fork
Harder on her wrist
Shades of black already forming
Beads of red all over broken skin
On forearms and wrists
Cuts and bruises all over
Backs of knees and calves
Razor cuts and beatings self inflicted
I'M DONE! I DON'T CARE!
I WONT TOLERATE NO MORE
I'M LEAVING TO BE A $2 BAG WHORE
Pinning her arms down by her side
Teary and wild eyed, "ENOUGH!" I shouted
"TJ STOP IT!," backing her against the wall
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
LET ME GO," she screeched
She wouldn't calm down
She couldn't be reached
"THERE'S NO POINT! I DON'T CARE!
She sounded like a wild cat
Then this loud, sickening, noise
Could be heard through the air
As I back handed her face hard
Abrupt silence resulting
And a detached blank stare
I found quite revolting
She put her hand up to her face
Calmly whispered, "It's alright. I don't care"
Where you gonna work?
Where you gonna live?
When you gonna marry?
Softly she whispered, "It's alright. It don't matter
I just don't care. I won't get a job
I don't want another place to live
I don't want to marry Erik anymore
It's alright really, I just don't care anymore"
Come on you can sleep in the back of my truck
She shrugged, thanked me, but said
"Just the same, I really don't give a fuck"
You need to go to the hospital?, I asked
Na come on Max, walk me to the corner
I want to find a $2 nigger pimp fast
I can turn 50 cents a trick maybe
That's the going rate for used up ugly white trash
I might get a dollar if I let him fuck me up the ass
She giggled a second in a detached way
I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say
But asked did she have to go walk the streets today?
"Guess not, don't matter anyway"
She sat on the couch next to me
I asked if I could stay
"Sure stay"
Never seen her this way
Wondering what happened?
What brought this on?
Why aren't you gonna marry?
What is wrong?"
Nothing is wrong
Love is dead
God I'm just a silly, stupid girl
She giggled slightly and sang along
The radio playing The Rolling Stones song
"Look at that stupid girl!"
Yawning she said,
"I better get to bed
You can sleep on the couch
Or lay on the bed,
The phone rang, she picked up
Her tone sounding indifferent
"Hi Mom. Fine," TJ said
"Nothing just getting ready for bed
Not going to. No don't want to work
Nothing. I don't want another place
No you don't need to buy the red dress
He didn't do nothin
It's no big deal
I'm just fickle, fake, and shallow, not real
He'll get over it, I'm sure
Just don't want to work
Or a new place, no need to marry
Don't want to no more
Maybe Vegas, or Parump County
Not sure, gotta go nite"
She hung up the phone
Climbed into bed alone
"Night," she said
Turned off the light
Nothing left of this place
But an empty lithium bottle
On the kitchen floor
And dried bloody track mark stains
On the long sleeves of a white wedding dress
Upstairs laying by itself on the closet door
Half in and half out on the bedroom floor
Everything gone, only silence greet him
And that sickening eerie sound
As he knocked, the door opened a crack
That forboding creak and he knows
The place is empty, long since packed
Wind blowing outside, silence, creaking
Empty space all around
Silent and bare speaking
How could this be?
Only yesterday morning
Max saw her angry
Tears spilling down cheeks
Hurling keys across the room, shrieking
Empty lithium bottle on the kitchen floor
Pounding fists and screaming something
About being a pill whore?
Throwing glasses, throwing keys
"I WANT MY DOPE!
GIMME MORE PILLS SO I CAN CHOKE
I'M DONE WITH SOBRIETY
FUCK APATHY, FUCK ANXIETY
I WANT DEATH! FUCK POVERTY!
Screeching, she let out an animal cry
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE
She reached in the drawer
Hammered down on her veins with a fork
Harder on her wrist
Shades of black already forming
Beads of red all over broken skin
On forearms and wrists
Cuts and bruises all over
Backs of knees and calves
Razor cuts and beatings self inflicted
I'M DONE! I DON'T CARE!
I WONT TOLERATE NO MORE
I'M LEAVING TO BE A $2 BAG WHORE
Pinning her arms down by her side
Teary and wild eyed, "ENOUGH!" I shouted
"TJ STOP IT!," backing her against the wall
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
LET ME GO," she screeched
She wouldn't calm down
She couldn't be reached
"THERE'S NO POINT! I DON'T CARE!
She sounded like a wild cat
Then this loud, sickening, noise
Could be heard through the air
As I back handed her face hard
Abrupt silence resulting
And a detached blank stare
I found quite revolting
She put her hand up to her face
Calmly whispered, "It's alright. I don't care"
Where you gonna work?
Where you gonna live?
When you gonna marry?
Softly she whispered, "It's alright. It don't matter
I just don't care. I won't get a job
I don't want another place to live
I don't want to marry Erik anymore
It's alright really, I just don't care anymore"
Come on you can sleep in the back of my truck
She shrugged, thanked me, but said
"Just the same, I really don't give a fuck"
You need to go to the hospital?, I asked
Na come on Max, walk me to the corner
I want to find a $2 nigger pimp fast
I can turn 50 cents a trick maybe
That's the going rate for used up ugly white trash
I might get a dollar if I let him fuck me up the ass
She giggled a second in a detached way
I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say
But asked did she have to go walk the streets today?
"Guess not, don't matter anyway"
She sat on the couch next to me
I asked if I could stay
"Sure stay"
Never seen her this way
Wondering what happened?
What brought this on?
Why aren't you gonna marry?
What is wrong?"
Nothing is wrong
Love is dead
God I'm just a silly, stupid girl
She giggled slightly and sang along
The radio playing The Rolling Stones song
"Look at that stupid girl!"
Yawning she said,
"I better get to bed
You can sleep on the couch
Or lay on the bed,
The phone rang, she picked up
Her tone sounding indifferent
"Hi Mom. Fine," TJ said
"Nothing just getting ready for bed
Not going to. No don't want to work
Nothing. I don't want another place
No you don't need to buy the red dress
He didn't do nothin
It's no big deal
I'm just fickle, fake, and shallow, not real
He'll get over it, I'm sure
Just don't want to work
Or a new place, no need to marry
Don't want to no more
Maybe Vegas, or Parump County
Not sure, gotta go nite"
She hung up the phone
Climbed into bed alone
"Night," she said
Turned off the light
Nothing left of this place
But an empty lithium bottle
On the kitchen floor
And dried bloody track mark stains
On the long sleeves of a white wedding dress
Upstairs laying by itself on the closet door
Half in and half out on the bedroom floor
