On the days I don't feel like seeing your face,
I pack hair spray, long socks and love into my all-around Fendi suitcase
And I get the fuck out
But this time I'm trying hard to stay
I'm trying really hard, really.

Do appreciate my kind,
Peruse my mind
On the matter which we shared,
I needed and desired you
like a fresh carton of cigarettes,
for all the wrong reasons.