You can't talk her clean
When I can't see you through
What it is you make me do.
Can't kiss it back,
take her out, run a red.
You're in my bed
So make some room.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment