Pink Gel

You scale the wall

I take the alley ‘cause we made a deal

I’m too in awe

To notice that shame is the word for what I feel

I’m walking Rowena now

It slopes right down

But when it’s quiet

When it gets quiet

Pink gel, your hair in spikes

In the family car, going home at night

I’m not frightened

We put on Illinois

And I never once hear you raise your voice

From 2 to 4, and then 4 to 7

‘Til your friend gets here

I stay glued to the floor just in case you assume I’ve disappeared

Everything that there is to know

You know

How I admire

How I admire it

Pink gel, your hair in spikes

In the family car, going home at night

I’m not frightened

I talk crude like a boy

Try to catch your eye, watch you go outside