Not My Type
She didn't steal my radio, or set my apartment on fire
Even my cat wasn't afraid of her
She didn't run up a phone bill that was twice my rent
or sleep with all my friends
She didn't make me so crazy with lies
that the only job I could hold was as a guard in an office tower
not quite worth the minimum wage they paid me
Her friends didn't come around to shoot up
& scrape dogshit off onto the the kitchen chair rungs
She didn't let me pay the cover charge
& leave me out on the dance floor alone
I have always been greedy & unreasonable
& I like being able to say 'my girlfriend'
Since she didn't leave me facedown in the dirt
I could tell she just wasn't my type