Page 485 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

black panties in his sheets

Well, sorry I’m not a saint

like you.

The second the line leaves my mouth,

Andrew’s face blanks pale and stupid⁠—

a crackhead caught with a crackpipe.

He lifts his hand to his forehead, embarrassed, a deep, hot crimson flooding fast up his neck, and he can’t look at me anymore.

He drops back in the chair,

tongue pressing into his cheek.

Ace leans over, says something to him,

knocking Andrew with his elbow.

Andrew’s shaking his head, face hot,

he mouths ‘Fuck. You know?’

I wink, keep singing.

He laughs,

‘You little shit.’

PRE-CHORUS

One night.

Two hearts.

Perfect match.

Toxic spark

Truth is,

after dark

all our lies

fall apart

CHORUS

You say, “Say my name”

But I can’t speak

Your hands shake

holding back from me