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Angie,
You didn't like the song
Dude played for you
'cause you think it's about a junkie

I was good to you
For nothing
Really
No love interest
No taking advantage
Just a starving artist
Living in your car
I tried to help 
Just a human being 
Helping another human being

And you helped yourself
To everything
Steaks, tequila, my good whiskey
Even slept in my bed
(After trashing your room) 
Left dirty dishes on my night stand
Let your chihuahua pee in my living room
Dysfunctional Goldilocks

Came home to the stink
Dirty dishes piled up
Rotten garbage
An un-flushed toilet
Extremely dysfunctional Goldilocks

Night before I left
C told me you were crazy
Not to let you stay
Thought she just didn't like you
But C was being a friend

She and V were over for dinner
Took her two year old 
To use my bathroom
"Did you see this?"
(Guess I missed something after two days
Cleaning your mess)
A light bulb with a straw
Taped to the severed socket-end
(Found that part in the sink with the dirty dishes... odd)
"That's a meth pipe" 
(V's had some experience with meth heads)

Sad Goldilocks

"Told you about her." 
And I didn't listen to my best friend 
I felt sorry for you
Goldilocks

And you don't like your namesake song
Cause it's about a junkie
Now, I think I understand

Saw you in the gulch
Sitting on the sidewalk
As tourists passed by
High as a kite

"Angie
Angie
You can't say (I) never tried."*


 
* From "Angie" by The Rolling Stones

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