Bridget Kennedy's House (Version One)

She found me on the front steps
I did not tell her what had gone wrong
I simply asked if I could call my mom

When you picked me up
we drove home in my tough guy silence
which always betrayed my lack of toughness

In our low rent apartment building
I collapsed on your bed dejected
a stranger in my own life

and you told me it was time I started acting more like a girl