Something about your lip filler
makes you look like a mess
makes you look like a train wreck
makes you look like you could set the place on fire
and all us fuckers had it coming to us anyway
something about your sky-high false lashes
and thick eyeliner
makes me think you get sloppy
after two drinks
and you come to your minimum wage job
in a sports car
top down
your tops' down
almost at your knees
but you're not here to please
you just overshare because you want to
you want approval, but at the same time,
fuck you
it's just a job
just a problem
just a life
and you want reassurance, as if it's mine
and I think you should,
lift your hands from steering wheel,
if you haven't already
and stretch those arms high
feel the wind, as if it is you
and take in wide sky
'till it consumes you
we're all just trying to get by
we're all just trying to get by