Dan's House.

Sitting outside his front door
feeling the cold as my fingers thaw
from the lighter I keep flicking in my cupped hands
and on the cement lies an empty Malboro brand.

Sitting outside his front door,
wishing I was next to him on his warm floor.
With pillows and blankets as my best friend is.
Wishing she was in a ditch,I'm such a bitch.

Sitting outside his front door,
popping pills to heal the core.
There's one for the money, two for the thaw, three for the friend, four for the whore
and I'm sitting outside Dan's front door
feeling the cold as my fingers thaw.