Score One for Me
I thought I had something goin’.
Talked stuff at the bar and she
Straight up invited me home.
Her house, kinda off the road.
With a big smile, she said she
Was gonna fuck my brains out.
Okay with me. Until I looked
In her bedroom closet and saw
The stack of empty head bones
And splattering of gray matter
And dried and fresh blood just
Seeping into the woodwork.
Maybe, I didn’t need fucked
All that bad after all.
