fits like a glove
which way to be rubbed?
hop on the train
last chance to be loved

it’s a cold dark aftermath
comical rail-car crash
rub invisible pennies
clench invincible panties

“it’s not you, it’s me,”
I just want to be free
and I’ve seen what you do
to people like me

One-way ticket to desolate
I’m a pro, I’ve got epaulettes
No one hears me sing
In this California King.