Your B-Side

I’m riding shotgun in your city
Where the rooms go one by one by one
The rain streams down. I’m getting wet
This suits me fine. You’re all upset
You can’t wait a second longer
We’re not made for games and fun
Go on. Let down my long hair
Kiss me on my shoulder bare
You’ve got a car for every ride
There’s always a girl for your b-side
She changes after every show
She’s just someone you used to know
The oldest place to dine in town
The waiter sees we’ve not begun
You’re too quiet. I start to get
I’m not your girl, I’m just your pet
This sister’s got too much to say
Who’s the fool here, what we’ve gone and done?
I’ve got your hand. You placed your bet.
Upset’s stablemate’s regret
You’ve got a car for every ride
There’s always a girl for your b-side
She changes after every show
She’s just someone you used to know
I’ll take a page out of her book
I’ll burn the letters in the sun
Gold pieces on my table set
To give to ones whom I beget
The wheels fall off. The engine cuts
The Spanish moss, the dark, a gun
I’m weak with loss and this bloodlet
I know you wish we’d never met.
You’ve got a car for every ride
There’s always a girl for your b-side
She changes after every show
She’s just someone you used to know