Go With It, Girl.

Neutral Milk Hotel // Holland, 1945

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World/Inferno Friendship Society - “Go With It GIrl”

“oh, girl,” i purred.
we pulled at each other’s clothes, 
“oh girl, look what you’ve done to your arms…”
striped like her tights, red and white.
her elbows hit my chest.
she said, “i know best, now show me yours.”
cuts? of course. no problem, sure.
yeah, sure.
the party raged above
and below, our love
grew like a vine around both our spines
“fine, or maybe it was the wine.”
is there always a point where things get ugly?
does this happen to everyone or am i just lucky?
she was getting friendly with the fellas, getting drunk.
i was getting suspicious that
i was being played for a chump.
my eyes got slanty my chest got tight
my thoughts got angry and
i got in a fight
with this guy she was talking to.
but i really can’t fight
and my judgement is poor
soon she’s yelling and
i’m holding my jaw
“what the hell was that about?
and where the fuck do you think we are?
there are easier ways to get my attention than acting like a boor.”

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