Jen is bringing the drugs.
She wants to get real fucked up.
She used to laugh and smile,
But the years of denial.
Have taken their toll on her dial.

But, me, I do as I please.
I caught you and set you free.
Cause I have been left alone by the people I've known.
And I don't know when they're coming home.

And Jen don't wanna be seen,
But I saw her in a swank magazine.
She had an airbrushed face,
But the lines of distaste
were crossed without crossing of legs.

And I don't wanna be found.
So when you get home,
I'm skipping town.
I'm leaving to go someplace
where nobody will have any clue where I am.

And Jen is bringing the drugs.
She's gonna get me fucked up.
Cause love is an inkless pen.
It's a tavern, it's sin.
It's a horrible way to begin