fucking on film

You're the girl
with the chemical eyes
I'm the guy
with the pitiful disguise
You're the girl I've seen
talking shit to your friends
by the cigarette machine
I'm the guy
who's just trying to stay
out of your way
Minding my own business
has become a mantra
but no one is making it easy for me
Girls like you
shred my defenses
girls like you
wander so far from home
Fifteen and pierced
sixteen with tats
seventeen and high
eighteen going on thirty five
Every day is an explosion
with every breath you reload
the only thing left
is fucking on film

My confession:
I've had a girl like you
I can still taste
her cigarette lips
When she wanted to destroy us
when she was so confused
and so over me
I held on
when she kept me at arm's length
I refused to quit
when she was quitting me

The moon laughed
as I tried to walk off the pain
Into the night I drilled
and into a new world
I was born:
aching, wandering, tenacious
So I have to know
is it fear I feel
when I'm around you?
is it fear for myself or fear for you?
Not every Little Girl Lost
gets found.