Discrete

"it's a long time since you cared enough for me to even be discrete"

It amazes me that she wants
to get out of the North
the way I want out of the South.
So we agree to meet in the middle,
and in a motel room
she tells me things that nobody should know.
She says 'em with a
sideways smile like maybe she's joshin' me,
but a look in her eyes says, "Please, think I'm cool."
The lyrics to a song I wrote just for her
never did much good, except everyone else
thinks she's cool when she says she's
the "Alice" of my song.
She claims that I just used her name,
because she would never do those types of things.
She'd kill a man with coldness,
she'd hate everyone who is worth something,
but she'd never do those things.
She says, "I'm a good girl."
As she thinks, "You think I'm cool..."