Jason
Michael Hadreas
Jason undressed me
Lyin' on his sheets
He did not do the same
Even his boots were on
Clumsy, shakily
He ran his hands up me
He was afraid
Tears streaming down his face
Jason, there's no rush
I know a lot comes up
Letting in some love
Where there always should have been some
I was proud to seem
Warm and mothering
Just for a night
Even through all the drink
We were twenty-three
Breeders on CD
When we woke up
He just asked me to leave
I stole
Twenty
From his
Blue jeans
I'm pretty
Sure
That he
Saw me
