Jenny Wilson A Hesitating Cloud of Despair Lyrics

Posters from teenage magazines,
Closed the door , you locked it with a key
The pictures would keep you company at night
Handsome strangers to hold on tight
You put on a record
And the music fill this room
We were always interrupted by your mother
She was knocking at the door, offering cookies,
Candy, ice cream from the store.
I thought you were spoiled, you screamed
"p___ off you f___in' w____"
"Let's steal some wine, mom won't notice anything"
And while the music melted down
We heard her steps, staggering.

We were bored, but you know,
You're not supposed to play at that age
The only thing you talked about was guys
And getting laid
You had big t__s and every boy in school wanted to f___ you
You told me stories about what these boys could do
"they rip off your clothes, all they wanna do is screw"
Cans of hairspray piled up like skyscrapers
I remember the smell of dark
Fat food that your mother fried in the cigarette smoke
And in a hesitating cloud of despair.