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– The One Your Mother Warned You About –

I am the girl who walks alone at night.
The one who rides shotgun in fast cars,
with a tattooed arm stretched out the window,
and a cigarette dangling loose between her fingertips,
black painted lips grazing at your neck
as you set our course for the night ahead.

I am the girl gone wild,
the victim of the afterglow,
lurking on the sidewalk
after all the clubs have closed,
dragging you along
as I scour the city
for an afterhours,
making the city ours,
killing time together
until the breaking dawn
finally breaks you down

I am the girl you made out with
in the back room of that afterhours,
hiding from your faithful wife
because you can’t dare to admit
that the life you’ve chosen to live with her
just isn’t what you wanted it to be.

I am the girl whose name you will forget
when the fantasy of this night ends,
when you wake in my bed
with the sting of regret,
when you look back and remember
that I was only ever a dream,
that I’m only ever as real
as you wanted me to be.

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