look between the fine line and
I’m inside the moon again
with all their fingers in my panties
I can feel the pressure when
you breathe and my angel
is on the street with
a pocket full of fun
My Holiday’s Here
across the sky in a pornographic photograph
“everybody’s girl”
I stay sixteen and dance
for him again
biting my cherry lip
as blood flows freely
down a caked make-up face
look between my legs
and their hands inside my Leviā
swith their heaven
stripping me naked
and my voice is screaming
in silent Morse-code
If I bathe will I die
I don’t get warm anymore
