Pretty Girls.

The shredded jeans and eyeliner,
shirt hanging from her shoulder....
You know she's dying to impress you,
shooting you her smolder.

Her laughs will live inside you,
swimming through your brain....
You'll be begging for those cliche moments,
of kissing in the rain.

As the umbrella hits the ground,
and tears then fall like bullets,
she'll leave you alone, left in the dark,
just how she said she wouldn't.