Parallelograms

Julie loved cooking and making her family food
 Julie loved to crochet and would go swimming in the nude
 Sipping coffee, reading books, and dancing in the rain
 Once or twice she even tried her hand at sculpting clay
 Julie was a dreamer with her head stuck in the clouds
 Singing to her dogs when there was no one else around
 But Julie had a secret and thought that nobody could know
 Julie was dependent on prescription pills and blow
 3 AM, Decatur street, alone and broke again
 I'm fine she'd scream I never want to let this party end
 She'd use when things were going good
 She'd use when things were looking bad
 An excuse to always just consume another one
 Julie loved cocaine
 There was nothing else to do
 Julie loved cocaine
 And there's nothing else to say
 It was pumping through her heart
 It was pulsing through her veins
 Numbing out her throat
 It was pounding in her brain
 Julie took an oxy with a glass of chardonnay
 When they found her on the sidewalk of a street in the Treme
 Paramedics said that they arrived a bit too late
 Our protagonist was off before the starting gun
 Julie should've had a few more trips around the sun