We Don't Talk About Them

They used to break things
Just to see our expressions
Run around like idiots
Escaping their depressions
They were hopped up
On every kind of drug
We all called it suicide
And they called it love

They used to talk dumb
In dumb baby voices
Drive around at ninety
Getting sore making poor choices
Till the cops came
And knocked down their door
Found out he was cashing in
On her being a whore

Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk about them

We just talk about
The situation
Just the situation
Only situations
Not people
Not him and her

We're better than that
We're better than them
So we don't talk at all
We don't talk at all about them

You should hear her scream his name
Out the windows at night
Lighting up St. Louis
With her curses and her plight
She's got addictions
That she can't overcome
Misses the way he tasted
And how he played the drums
On her stomach
Just to tickle her fancy
She thought they'd die together
And be called Sid and Nancy

He's in prison
Dealing to all of his peers
While she cries tears into her veins
And lies into her ears
Keeps getting fired
From her waitressing jobs
Hooks up with the cooks
Who she subsequently robs
Just for chump change
And taxi fare home
To her one-bedroom Hell
To a life led alone

Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk about them

We talk about our friend
She used to be our friend
We all used to be friends
And we were good friends
We were great friends
And then she met him

We really never liked him
We said we never liked him
We knew she could be better
We always said she could have done better

But now
We just don't talk about them
We don't talk about them
At all

He came home last night
And they screwed until the dawn
Somehow they both got fucked up
On her stepfather's lawn
Eating Mexican take-out
From the place down the street
Talking about having kids
And who he used to beat in prison

She wrapped herself around him
Started begging for more
But that all ended kind of quickly
When he called her a whore
Cause he could smell them
The cooks on her skin
She wears her sins on the outside
And she can't wash them off
So he gave it a shot
And when that didn't work
He gave it a different kind of shot

They found them
Two weeks after that
Still wrapped around each other
Like bacon and scallops
Tasting good and being bad
And loving every minute
Of the march
To the porch
On the stepfather's lawn
He didn't even open the door all the way
To get the news

Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk
Now we don't talk about them

We never said a word
We only cared to say what we said
Which wasn't about them
Which was never about them

It was all about the 'facts'
It was all about what's what
It was about us being better
Because we keep our sins locked away
Where you can't see them
So you can't say
We have to pay

We don't talk
We never talked
We don't talk about them
We don't
We don't
We don't talk about them
Anymore