Oh, oh, my baby, bet you can see me now. Oh, oh, my darlin', I'm scared to be me now. I'm a ghost in my overcoat. A temporary number in the crowd. At war with this undertow.
It doesn't take much, a book she never read. The last dress she wore, the first words we said. None of these things will ever define her. All they make me do is wear red eyeliner.