Negative girl

She's lost - she's late She's zooming on a couch somewhere Or high - or home I'm not supposed to call her there I wait - I smoke I stare into my coke It's happening again I tell myself that it's over and done, amen Her skin - like milk It's like she's never seen the sun Some hearts to crunch Is more like her idea of fun I know - she's ill I'm cruising for a spill I'm hanging just the same I need to be in the heat Of her cold white flame