Headline (Explicit)

Were you pulling the iron

Down your hair

To look like the girls

Who had the boyfriends and the drugs

On the weekend

You sneak out

To find a clearin’far away

From the houses

That are triple the size of yours

And the boys light the fire

Use spare wood and

Old newspaper

And I think one read a headline

About a blue jean president’s unrelenting war

One of them looks into the eyes

of a shitty Miller Lite

And grazes a hand across

Her shoulders

And up to her neck

And down to her thigh

And you wanna die

So you draw up a plan you will never enact

As the boys chug their beers and peak down your chest

You sneak out to find

A clearing far away

From your house

Build a fire the size of it

And the boys get their third degree

Collegiate burned out frat house schemes

And you read

The headlines, imaginary

“Boys Killed Out Of Jealousy!”

You wanna die (x7)