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There's this girl. You probably know her one way or another. reminds me of a zepplin song as she's drunk all the time /working midnight shifts/ sun sinking low, you know..that sort of girl. She's got this thing with time and killing it and it works for her and it might a little longer. You see there's this dive where all the would be career drunks and regrettably are drunks and occasional tour drunks gather and pray to the man behind the bar and mostly pay in cash and get you back tomorrow night promises, you know....a juke box aint been changed in five years kind of place. bathrooms got a few uses king of local yokel kind of downtown sort of wish we'd never stayed so long as the years go by hole in the ass back of some wall...place. I keep seeing her there. She never falls down but looks mostly about to and everyone around fights for her arm, tries save her 'cause she's gorgeous, doesnt' know it, doesn't care, but she's runway all the way to hell and yesss..she's got class.... but she doesn't need saving. she just needs a shower and someone to say something funny enough to keep her laughing til the next round comes by and oh yeah..she's got class, ya she's got some of that.. the kind written often about on the backs of napkins and stuffed into pockets of day late pants. it only makes sense before morning. she's got this toothy grin, not to be confused with a victim's smile. she's no victim but of her own doing and she seems to love doing it so leave her alone. she love's ya. And you can't help loving her and its sad 'c ause you know what's gonna happen 'cause it happened to you or someone you knew and its something you can't do a thing about 'til its done what it does. so leave her alone and hope it doesn't kill those eyes. she breaks promises only if you thought that she'd promised something which, well...looking back, son, she never did. she's got that moonly gaze. that wandering face and what she says is oftentimes some line she learned from a hero who's probably died not so long long ago. and me? i've got nothing like time, because time's a big lie and when this one's washed over, i've got me and mine and mine are all like this girl. heart breakers and dirty faced angels. somebody told me recently that whatever you love, you own. and he who loves a thing the most owns it more truly than anyone else. She's always got some old man. she'd say something like that- "my old man", she'd say. I wonder if he knows she's always been mine. I wonder if he was ever hers. she's straight off a page of some scotch induced rant written by some old man with holes in his face about a girl that breaks your heart as she smilingly breaks her own.