Jen is bringin' 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 want to 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 want to be found, so when you get home, I'm skipping town. I'm leaving to go some place, where nobody will have any clue where I am.
And Jen is bringin' 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.