This draft is rough, but so are my feelings

C store

C

whore

I’m open for your

convenience

I broke the spell

it’s show

don’t tell

never ask a question

you don’t want to know

the answer

to

he says

I’m so declarative

don’t you know

it’s imperative

please

pass

the salt

give me that bone

to pick

and then wrap it up

there’s more

snatch

it

up

I made the bed

now

eat

the

lies

in it

well

I fell for it

that’s my bad

I felt for it

that’s my sad

and

I could be a good girl

if I never got one second older

and this could be a fantasy

If I could be a little bolder

and you could be the love of my life

if you never got one second colder