A while ago,
I sent you some photographs
Not particularly scandalous
Rather tame in comparison to the rest
But they were the ones only I had seen.
I knew you wanted some pussy shots
Some naked sprawled out porno pose
But I wasn't about to give you those.
Regardless, I can't believe I wasted xanax
on a conversation with you
I can't believe I wasted an hour of oblivion
on your account; trying to make you feel young.
I can't ever get that hour back
But I can take comfort in the fact
That I'm young pretty and ruthless;
You're just a nervous old fool.