When we didn’t know any better
And you hair was shorter that mine
And blacker than your pupils

And you bit my shoulder
And I bled
And your mascara was running…
Did you think that it was okay?

Even for you
Even for that moment
Despite my long hair

I mean that small sniff
That running down side streets
Through forests of crack heads
Around private hedged shooting galleries

And you were always smart
And you were always fucked up
And I was too scared and too
Too smart to sleep on the street

And you bit my shoulder
And I bled
And your mascara was running…
And you hair was shorter that mine
And blacker that your pupils
When we didn’t know any better