Some times I almost see through her
White mist between dreams dries
For a moment the sun is no more
Behind giant wings as over me she flies
Demented fairies lie still
They hate shampoo trickling down
They whisper from cracks in her lips
Why wake a slumbering ghost-town?
She reminds me of places I’ve never been
Soppy songs I’ve never liked
I’m not safe with her nor she with me
A risk she says she doesn't mind
So I soak her into my muddy socks
And taste her in stale cake
I don’t love her or like her even
But she’s a feeling I don’t want to shake
