Drunk Walk Home

I will retire to the salton sea
At the age of 23
For I’m starting to learn
I may never be free

But though I may never be free
F*** you
And your money
I’m tired of your money

And I sit
On the curb
Cause it’s the prettiest night
With no one else in sight

You know I wore this dress for you
These killer heels for you
See the dark it moves
With every breath of the breeze