I'll Never Say I Told You So

Pretty girl, you've got bills to pay
and whiskey on your breath
You're too good for these cigarettes
that you plucked from your boyfriend's pocket
but I'll be with you, pretty girl
sneaking out so the reapers won't find you

The record is spinning angrily
and you claim you don't know why you're here
Pretty girl, take that chain off your ankle
There are thousands to keep you and drag you
but you can't survive with that rope round your neck
Don't let them tell you you're happy
or else you'll be trapped in expecting what's next

Pretty girl, you're everyone's favorite
Your heart is tired, but your skin is so innocent
They'll blame it on you
They'll tear you to pieces and say you went crazy
and maybe you did and maybe you needed it
for better or worse, pretty girl

Reviews

[TLK]

This is a very drawling piece, delivered in a voice that is almost a whisper, at a time that is almost too late.

The use of enjambment tricked me, as at first I read this breathlessly -- as if the narrator is pulling the pretty girl by the hand out of the past. However, this is more of a lull in the middle of a storm, and what little we know of the girls leads me to suspect that she isn't going to change anytime soon (except to become her tomorrow, which will always regret yesterday).

Favourite line: "or else you'll be trapped in expecting what's next"

[Emily B]

oh, pretty girl . . .

what can i say? it's perfect