Spanish Portraits

Take classes
Take shots alone in your room
Disappoint yourself
Cause there's no one around to be disappointing to

Psychedelia's played out
Replace it with 90s nostalgia
Well I wasn't there, and my 2010s
Are golden age of bullshit
Flower haired girls on festival grounds
Who sold out and cut out their hearts and
Buried them under the hardwood floors
Of their beautiful midtown apartments

She's still in med school
And it means nothing
Her walls are empty of the
Spanish portraits that once watched over her
Another industry is collapsing
She's finding out that 3.8s on resumes are worthless
Well I've read the books, I've read non-fiction
History, biography, there's nothing there that could prepare me
For when Palestine's on fire
Saudis killed their own reporter
Fuck the borders
Fire up the cloud computers and stream the horror

Addiction is a disease
So don't get mad at me
I'm not the enemy
She moved out to Dallas
Got into local craft breweries

(Never Again) read the posts
And still twice monthly
There was a killing spree
She turned off the notifications
And read biochemistry

Her dad drove to the E.R.
And barely survived the alcohol toxicity
"Withdraw should have killed him"
The doctors informed her so patiently

I'm done drinking alone
And I'm done taking these calls on the balcony
The past is in flames and
My sisters are fractured eternally

It's Cortez's fault
Or it's nobody's fault
Oh build a fence
Oh build a wall, build a wall

Her dad's in Houston somewhere I guess or
He's back in Mexico poisoning himself again or
He's floating face down, drowned in the Rio Grande
And she's taking a stand
She is not like him
She is not like him