There are twenty years to go. Twenty ways to know. Who will wear, who will wear the hat. . There are twenty years to go. Best of all I hope. Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl. Of cigarette burns on my chest. I wrote a poem that described her world. And put our friendship to the test. And late at night whilst on all fours.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl. Of the cigarette burns on my chest. I wrote a poem that described her world. That put our friendship to the test.
It takes the pain away. But could not make you stay. It's way too broke to fix. No glue, no bag of tricks. Lay me down. The lie will unfurl. Lay me down to crawl.
Come back to me a while. Change your style again. Come back to me a while. Change your taste in men. It's been this way since Christmas Day. Dazzled, doused in gin.