Suzi says she's out of time.
The clock ran out at twenty-nine
now, the hands keep pushing on without a sense
that they mark anything of any consequence.
She's had the time to wonder why
she was always so scared of being childish
that she never really tried to grow up.
Just a girl playing at sales in her mother's pumps
And the things that used to make it feel worthwhile,
they now chew through the bones of that girl.
she leans forward with her weak little smile,
and says that she'll dissolve the little girl.
she'll drink 'til she gets fat,
and throw her hands up,
and say that that was that.
Suzi says the dice were loaded.
She rolled her eyes before she rolled 'em,
and sighed to the sympathetic croupier:
"What's the point? The pretty girls get everything anyway."
She didn't wait for the dice to land.
Threw back her drink, and turned her back,
and soon, she stood in the middle of the parking lot,
trying hard not to whine that she should have had just one shot.