Two Little Girls

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 cried wee wee wee all the way home, home
 And we were always half crazy, now look at you, baby
 You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme
 And love is a piano, dropped from the four storied window
 And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time
 And I don't like your girlfriend, you know I blame her
 Never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm
 And I loved you first and you know I would prefer
 If she didn't empty her syringes into your arm, arm
 Here comes a 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
 So now you bring me your bruises
 So I can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display
 Maybe, I'm supposed to make one of my
 Famous jokes that makes everything okay
 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 think she understands
 Here comes a 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, call, call, call