There was a Minutemen poster handing on the wall, and
Fast food bags and cigarette wrappers laying on the table
There was a Mexican painting hanging in the hall
And her clothes laid all around, her underwear and bras too
There was a smashed vacuum cleaner in the kitchen, and bottle and dishes
There was a broken TV next to one that was on was a bong, and handcuffs and mail that hadn't been opened in weeks
And swollen eyes, and pulled back hair, and rail thin arms
And there was a plastic Matador light that hung from over head
Covering up all stains and time
If it can have you
Then Christ, why can't I have you