Jen is bringing the drugs.
She wants to get real f*cked up.
She used to laugh and smile,
But the years of denial.
Have taken their toll on her dial.
But, me, I do as I please.
I caught you and set you free.
Cause I have been left alone by the people I've known.
And I don't know when they're coming home.
And Jen don't wanna be seen,
But I saw her in a swank magazine.
She had an airbrushed face,
But the lines of distaste
were crossed without crossing of legs.
And I don't wanna be found.
So when you get home,
I'm skipping town.
I'm leaving to go someplace
where nobody will have any clue where I am.
And Jen is bringing the drugs.
She's gonna get me f*cked up.
Cause love is an inkless pen.
It's a tavern, it's sin.
It's a horrible way to begin