For All The Final Girls - Parenthetical Girls

Lay your burden length twice

Bind his wrist with zip ties

Tell yourself don’t dwell on what he tells his wife

You’re not the first, though what’s the fuss?

Didn’t our mothers love us enough?

Enough, enough, enough, enough.

Gee, aren’t we the easy mark

Heart left in some car-park

Hind and prone, you had to burn those clothes

Where we once lovely from the front?

Could it be our cousin touched us too much?

Too much, too much, too much, too?

Lost little girls eyes and welts that swell up plate-size

Some men just mount and well, who could help them so…

What awful things his bed springs sum

Hasn’t our promises cost us enough?

Enough, enough, e…