she laughs too loud

 
 
 
she laughs too  
loud  
 
talks  
hood rat  
 
dresses too  
funky  
 
sits besides  
me in my  
car...  
 
cigarette hanging  
from her  
mouth  
 
ashes blowing  
everywhere  
 
tells her life  
story like  
a beat  
poet  
 
she's a monster  
in the  
sack...  
 
can hear her moan  
three doors  
down  
 
sleeps like a  
tired, dirty  
angel  
 
breathes like a  
little girl when  
I hold  
her  
 
but I know how  
this will  
end  
 
she'll go  
back to  
him  
 
the one that  
beat  
her  
 
degraded  
her  
 
dehumanized  
her  
 
and I am powerless  
to stop  
it  
 
no flood of tenderness,  
giving, kindness,can  
change the course  
of this  
river  
 
she believes  
she can  
save  
him  
 
and in the morning  
people will rise,  
go to  
work  
 
the sun and moon  
will dance their  
waltz  
 
drunks will reach  
for another  
drink  
 
junkies will slam
another  
hit  
 
and no one will hear  
the whisper of  
a sad heart  
breaking