Fast Girl

running around this tell-all town
not caring who knows about me
sneaking out of his house
at 6 in the morning
trying not wake him
from his sex induced coma

hiding in the produce cooler
at work
kissing the stock boy
his awkward teenage hands
moving up my shirt

while the one that caught my eye
is being as shady as I
I'm employing every excuse
to be unattached and free
but all I want is him

funny way of showing it
I guess
being fast in this slow little town
trying drown every notion
of attachment in my mind

driving around too high to think
and the turning wheels
bring me to false joy
in the morning sunrise
but somehow
I can't wait to do it again