so jack,
you want to know
how it feels to be the one
who is always fucked
by the end of the night
and i can show you

but remember
when you're fucked physically
you're fucked figuratively
and it's taken me too many years
to discover that
love can't be born
into the back seat of a lincoln
and truth can't be gauged
by the number of shots he's downed

because life is not as simple
as a simple girl would like it to be
all these complications
are not easily avoided
when you work doubly hard
to avoid yourself

because the mirror in the morning
never lies to you
it's the only thing that truly equals truth
and the mess is real
the bloodshot brick
not the floating ethereal thing
you were last night

but i can give you
exactly what you want
as long as you recognize
that it takes
a lot more energy
and pain
to do it this way
than to sit and wait
in the way you claim to hate