As you were, like a child. Innocent and running wild. And now you're old and you're grey-haired. Your dead-eyed stare. You're running scared. . When you were young the fires spread.
Balaclava on my boyfriend's head, like he said. We've got to get away from living like the way we've been bred. Won't know what's hit them like a bat on the back of the head.
We lit, a fire on the moors. To watch the purple heather and the gulls. Go up in smoke, in late July. A stupid thing to make you smile. That bracken burned like nothing I've ever seen before.
I wait, for you, in dusky avenues. My skin, soaked through, the tree you nailed me to. . You wanted my heart, for it's little worth. I was half your age, and I thought we were in love.
I wanna be loved by your favourite son. Don't wanna be touched by a different one. I wanna be hugged and I wanna be kissed. I don't wanna be fucked. I just wanna be his.