The Deference Between Fault & Responsibility

There was a girl from Pasadena
Beauty pageant ballerina
Dug her dimples in with needles
Now every leech in town can see her
Tendering their resignations
To what kills imagination
Drawn a bead on reservations
See what happens after graduation

Vodka bottle on her necklace
Says she could pass you up in twelve steps
She doubles down on every bet
With a Russian roulette bullet
Where she goes her boyfriends mirror
The part of her she can’t repair
That ain’t something she considers
He reminds her she’s a winner

Why do I have a black spot on my tongue for her
I can’t fuck her so I gave up, swept her under the road

Saw here wading at the bus stop
Still could never do no wrong
Her license stolen by the cops
The red light hit her it wasn’t her fault
Nothing ever was her fault

The Deference Between Fault & Responsibility

Nick Kukowski