she said somebody stole her cinnamonbut that someone wasn’t meby the time I got to hershe was shelling it for freeI thought it was a good thingbut what I didn’t realisewas the depth of that betrayaland the ghosts behind her eyesit didn’t last that longwe were hobbled from the startI think I gained her trustbut could not win her heartI confess I like the bad girlsbut the bad girls never stayif the