Skank Love Duh Instant

You want my glitter, but all I got is grime. Love in the cheap seats, rust on the chime. You showed up lipstick-smeared, whiskey on your breath, Talking 'bout forever — I just laughed 'til I wept.

So don't act holy now, with your halo on the floor. You knew what door you knocked on when you came back for more. It's cheap, it's loud, it's trashy — yeah, so what? It's us. Skank love, duh. Don't overthink the cuss. skank love duh

I’ll interpret it as a short, gritty, spoken-word / poetic piece about a cynical, messy kind of love. You want my glitter, but all I got is grime

Skank love, duh. It ain't pretty or profound. It's a busted speaker bumping a half-heard sound. You want roses and reasons? Take a ticket, take a seat. This is dumpster-fire romance, baby — dirty and sweet. So don't act holy now, with your halo on the floor