Two Little Girls

you were fresh off the boat from virginia i had a year of new york city under my belt we met in a dream we were both nineteen i remember where we were standing i remember how it felt two little girls growing out of their training bras this little girl breaks furniture this little girl breaks laws two girls together just a little less alone this little girl cried wee wee wee all the way home you were always half crazy now look at your baby you make as much sense as a nursery rhyme love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and i don't like your girlfriend i blame her i never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm i loved you first and you know i would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes into your arm here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call now you bring me your bruises so i can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything okay or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your hands or maybe i'm the furrow-browed friend who thinks she understands here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor so i guess i'll just stand here with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call --- Two Little Girls - Ani DiFranco