I am a good girl
but nothing's wanted.
you may think something of me,
but you shouldn't.
Because I am the obituary.
Fly a little closer to the city.
I want
to change colors with the spring
To du-wop, do what they wanna do
I'd do anything.
Cuz I like the blood in your mouth
Collide, we could dig you out.
You taste like
a haunting sound
I'll trace your spine
when you're sleeping upside down
I see the clouds on the mirror
the light off says "come here"
I am a good girl
I'll raise my hand, sir
and my voice when they're home
because I know the answer
and I want to believe
and your sky waxes to sea
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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