The Dense Indents

The glow reflects off the street. When can we meet for a cup of tea? The lights they tell me I should stop but you say, "Go, go, I tell you when to stop." Is this what you need? We meet after everyone has fallen asleep. Even though the car is cold I feel your body heat setting me on fire.

He pays the rent. He puts the dense indents in the bed.

The light bounced off her feet and into a tree where there's a nest filled with baby birds that starve for their mother. But she never comes. This is how I feel. I wait for food that is already spoiled. I try and hide myself in fragrances but this smell covers me.

She said, "I'm not your minor girl." She said, "I'm just your dying girl. A girl. A girl."

Sing me a song that will last forever. Give me your hand and I will give you a shoulder. Sing me a song that will seem forever. I'll turn and laugh. Sing me a song that will last forever. Give me your hand and I'll give you a shoulder. Sing me a song and I will surrender. I'll turn and laugh.