If only you could draw back the curtain that hides the things you keep yourself from.
Stuck in that teenage acrimony.
A coward, capricious, pissy.
You play hopscotch to the edge of a building, always wanting more ground to walk on.

So if you're feeling lonely, unstuffed, bored or even stressed.
There's always a boy on the other side of that hole in the wall you put yourself in.
In needy hours, he will be there to cling to.
But after those hours he will be nowhere to be found.
Call girls a target, call girls play hopscotch.

“You could just stop”
You could close your mouth, bite down on it.
But you won't, the nirvana that shoots warm and fast is addictive.
A sell out, whore, bimbo, deflowered.
Here he comes with his big lense, because nobody ever shames the man behind the camera.

So if you're feeling bitter, depressed, or tight.
There's always a boy who will take a chance on you.
In sad lonely houses, he will cum and go as he pleases.
If you needed to feel again, it would roll down your cheek.
Some tears, some white and sticky.
Street walker, easy, hoe.
Call girls a target.
It's raining in you, there's a storm brewing along your water lines.
Sundays, somedays, Mondays, somedays.
Call girls a target for all, so call girls play hopscotch with boys for love.

© Junemousonae