the way that people

the way that people
seem to force themselves
upon you
and everybody else
its fuckin shit
how thats allowed
nothin to make
you feel proud
these peoplare fake
and they strongarm
nothing good about them
shitty scent balm
walk in packs
scared of shadows
smoke packs
headed for the gallows
theyve got no imagination
and wear tight suits
they get bald
and act like fruits
some stare
others motion
some ignore
we have a solution
stick out tongue
stare cheekily
if they react
laugh merrily
thats how she
avoided gazes
smart as hell
small but amazing
she's really
tough as nails
and my girl
has some gnarly tales
but she's made it through
and stronger too
which's great dude
booking gigs she rules
in basement sanctuaries
we plan our next move
penning songs at the midnight hour
living in the disco punk groove