Negative Girl

She's lost she's late She's zooming on a couch somewhere Or high or home I'm not supposed to call her thereI wait I smoke I stare into my coke It's happening again I tell myself that it's over and done amenHer skin like milk It's like she's never seen the sun Some hearts to crunch Is more like her idea of funI know she's ill I'm cruising for a spill I'm hanging just the same I need to be in the heat Of her cold white flameAnother negative girl At the edge of the frame Deliciously toxic The original classic thing - more of the sameShe's in the zone Crying on the phone I need you here I'm on the street againStaggering out into the burn of the brain dead dawn To arrive in time to find her goneShe's on the train To somewhere up by Fordham Road Her reptile brain Locked down and ready in combat modeSome cash - a key This guy she has to see A doctor friend uptown And maybe she gets to me when she comes back downAnother negative girl Spinning out of the frame Exquisitely limpid The original classic thing - more of the sameA goof - a buzz If that is what it was Then how do you explain The way she looks when she's Dragging me out to dance with her In the summer rainAnother negative girl At the edge of the frame Exhausting and luscious The original classic thing - more of the same