Angel Cursed By Alec Crawford Sessions down on Cherry Street Cheap beer and Marlboro Lights Getting wasted, indiscreet Hot on Saturday nights We pretended we were free Weren't we? Passions sparked in barroom fights Many friends, but trusted few Who gave a damn who was right? Just shouted out, "More brew!" "I wanna get fucked tonight!" Didn't I? Confessions of things untrue You whispered, "You're my first." I sighed, "I love you, too." You cried, "I hear it hurts." But you sure knew what to do! Didn't you? Lacerations barely nursed Whiskey shots to ease the pain I see your tears, unrehearsed Trapped onboard the morning train Screaming like an angel cursed Angel cursed © 1997, Alec Crawford