She'd water the chair.
With dismal arrows pointing towards her heart, with crayon emblazoned on skin.
She'd water the pages she was trying to write on
Get frustrated with yourself
herself
in three toned pearl paint lexus mobiles
YUCK. ha ha.
she would laugh, yes, then laugh it up with some other man that was not you. You poor old boy. Listening to the radio. Eating up the strings. The strings made it alright, yes?
Some Brazilian girl. Now talking to you from the back of the Lexus.
"What are the answers? How you say?"
But you don't always hear her.
She was only out
to
get you, Carl.