Bad Noise

She talks a bad noise
Collar not popped, she don’t sun block her tattoos
Freckles on her thighs, bruises from bike rides

She talks a bad noise
Beer stained blazer, knows all corners like she stitched them
The world was her oyster but she don’t like food from the sea

She talks a bad noise
People tell her to love like it don’t hurt
Built her empire from dirt, but baby keeps her soft hands clean from blood

Skirt over jeans
Short hair talks before she speaks, saying things she don’t mean
Little girl talks a bad noise by her heart is so sweet

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