Parallelograms

Julie loved cooking and making her family food Julie loved to crochet and would go swimming in the nude Sipping coffee, reading books, and dancing in the rain Once or twice she even tried her hand at sculpting clay Julie was a dreamer with her head stuck in the clouds Singing to her dogs when there was no one else around But Julie had a secret and thought that nobody could know Julie was dependent on prescription pills and blow 3 AM, Decatur street, alone and broke again I'm fine she'd scream I never want to let this party end She'd use when things were going good She'd use when things were looking bad An excuse to always just consume another one Julie loved cocaine There was nothing else to do Julie loved cocaine And there's nothing else to say It was pumping through her heart It was pulsing through her veins Numbing out her throat It was pounding in her brain Julie took an oxy with a glass of chardonnay When they found her on the sidewalk of a street in the Treme Paramedics said that they arrived a bit too late Our protagonist was off before the starting gun Julie should've had a few more trips around the sun