Salutations and Satin Sheets

Pulling up his pants I think he's already forgotten me Smeared lipstick and a handful of twenty's Dirty condoms laying on couch, the bed, and the floor He gives me a mischievous wink and out the door Now i'm angry at what I've done A filthy whore with cheap discreet fun Laying on my bed it smells like sex My life has always been cursed like a hex No worries i've got a way to take away the pain Pulled the trigger on my twenty two and blew out my brain