i don't get the horse scene

suzy green had red hair and bi-focals framed in blue her grubby chuck tailors used to be blue too but that was way back when she still had that crush on you

can I borrow your face just to unload my mind?

Spat on the tainted message

one foot only half way in

free that pale swallow from its rusted cage

ignore the indifference dripping from her skin

fourty seven hours since the final blue bell fell

“Kitten, grab your hat

they’re waiting for us in Hull”

farewell misguided smile

they’ll see you clearly now

“Squeeze my hand Moonshiner

let’s take our final bow”

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in

They found her under the second tallest pine tree about 70 metres from the crowd she’d been there for six hours in cut-off skinnies and a washed out wife beater the left red jazz shoe was missing and as one reached out to touch her purple goose fleshed arm she sat upright and incoherently explained: “one walked in, another followed, my collar bone contorted, siphon it out fuck off... chritmas roses.” A final drop and it all made perfect sense.

one glance to your right could end up keeping you all night

A generally shy girl fell asleep at approximately 8:49pm on her comfortable couch while watching her new favourite show. She’d much rather have been revamping that over-sized wife-beater by attaching a firmer netted braid randomly around the bottom half of the vest. The overwhelming need to finish the revamping project combined with a British boy’s bellowing voice whipped her back to consciousness after roughly 37 of her 40 winks. One and a half sips of tap water later her feet slid into two waffle towelling slippers and started walking towards the dove grey bedroom. Three quarters of the way there she realised that although using fabric glue might speed up the process, it wasn’t necessarily the way to go. It was then that the generally shy girl imagined having to sew the netted braid to the bottom half of the vest using her sewing machine and the available thread she had, Charcoal being the darkest shade of the three and the projects suddenly seemed less appealing. Ironically enough, her desire to add the final touches to what might be the perfect first-date outfit overpowered the disdain that she carried for these courting rituals. Off she went and 182 seconds later he rang.

tell yourself again, but don't tell yourself when

Roll down the smoke screen lick that bottom lip one more time clean out your closet and think about that tall blond boy are you proud say something profound seems like weeks ago that we laughed about the old French guy get it off your chest I’ve made my own ravioli, mistakes and my peace and I’ve never felt more free and i'm certain that it’s the way things are supposed to be met a couple of johnnies in my time impressions left and the san Fran soul gives me a drawn out dirty laugh steady Rollin’ drips of rain it’s still coming and I’m still running she’s heartbroken I’m enlightened smoking a cigarette in my bedroom kind of gross but when I’m waltzing with the holy ghost from Richmond to the coast he would have slept with her twice it’s none of my business just like it’s none of yours but if I remain and I’m to blame and you should ever need me then I’ll go wherever you lead me it’s all the same, the same old game listen closely… appreciate… I still called for him when I thought the other might appear fear enveloped and a single lash dropped my breath is short my days are few come down and take my hand I could go on for ages if I weren’t dismissing what you confessed