I do what they'll never know
"harder harder" screams the undertone
I dream up places to show
you how badly I want you alone.
but put me away
I want to love you late
the hands where I want yours one day
the bones
I want to break the easy way.
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