You were fresh off the boat from Virginia
I had a year in New York City under my belt
We met in a dream
We were both nineteen
I remember where we were standing
I remember how it felt
Two little girls
Growing out of their training bras
This little girl breaks furniture
This little girl breaks laws
Two girls together
Just a little less alone
This little girl cries wee wee wee
All the way home

You were always half crazy
Now look at you baby
Make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme
Love is a piano
Dropped from a four story window
And you were in the wrong place
At the wrong time
I don't like your girlfriend
I blame her
Never seen one of your lovers
Do you so much harm
I loved you first
And you know I would prefer
If she didn't empty her syringes into your arm

 [bad word] little naked me
Padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you
Slumped on the bathroom floor
So I guess I'll just stand here with my back against the wall
While you distill your whole life down to a 911 call

Now you bring me your [bad word] 
So I can ooh and ah at the display
Maybe I'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything ok
Or maybe I'm supposed to be the handsome prince
Who rides up and unties your hands
Or maybe I'm supposed to be the furrowed - brow friend
Who thinks she understands

 [bad word] little naked me
Padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you
Slumped on the bathroom floor
So I guess I'll just stand here
With my back against the wall
While you distill your whole life down to a 911 call