Head Cheerleader

from Make Me In A New Shape by Young Steve

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The cheer captain was found dead in the cemetery
You don’t like that? Cut the shit
Where were you last Tuesday after school?
Shootin’ the shit with the executive dean of schools

I can’t stand to see the likes of you
Don’t shake me with those bloody hands
Put a stamp on your postcard
Subtract a number from your plans

I met with Harper at her house. Best friend of the deceased.
She took the day off from school
She had a pet dog with her
“Chooky” lookin’ thing with buggy eyes

There were pictures of them together on her nightstand
Next to a case of pills labeled for every day of the week
Her cork board was covered in pictures of pubescent fantasy objects
With bouncy hair and white, white teeth

We weren’t friends quite like we used to be,
But I wouldn’t call it a fight
Chased around into a graveyard
A girl shouldn’t have to run for her life

If those cold lips could talk again,
If she wasn’t rotting inside…
I’ve got my whole life ahead of me
I don’t really want to die

Room 109, a consort of boys rehearse
For a concert coming up in December
He worked on a shitty and pointless arrangement of “Go the Distance”
With his inbred, beta male cronies

He said “she is a pretty dead body.
She didn’t want to take my name”
Cut the shit I know what you’re up to
This is not a stupid game

Hell is not a place I’d want to
See with my mortal eyes
But there is a place for you there
For taking that young girl’s life

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from Make Me In A New Shape, released July 1, 2022

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