take her, lock her up, make her cry
it's all frayed
make or break it down, break down
now key change
pretend it's natural, cut the ties
cut yourself up
we're friends, it's mutual, sit too far,
secret agent love.
05/08
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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