I cut up dressings on the bathroom floor
Pointless really
We are already dead
Butterfly dust and calamity
Locked behind the door
Maybe we should cut up dollies
Make them pretty dresses
I can see fairies she squeals
Let’s cut up flower heads
I’m hungry
You’re always hungry Alice
Well, you don’t fill me up
Isn’t that the other way round
She sighs
This is all so very dull
Jump drink swallow
Jump drink swallow
See
Simple silly
Constance is under pressure
I miss Constance
Tobias
The goodness of god
Citrus angel and
Generator men
There are worse places to be
And better
Down stream is where the rubbish collects
I don't care if the flies come in
Or the spiders get stuck in the drain
Wake me up to get me high
Marshmallow stuck to our nose
Polish the bed
Tidy the stairs
Sand
Language
Sound
What does it mean anyway
I step over the
Chalkline
Outline
Bodyline
Holding onto rabbit
Like a child
But not
Looking for a grown up
To take away the gun
Time trips
Even when there’s milk in the fridge
Do me a favour
Don't shoot out the window ok
It’s a game of love
The security shot
Leave it to me
We're checking out
He picks me up and shoots down the door
That’s the way it is
When you love a child
You take out the threat
Don’t become it
But It isn’t real she whispers
Shut up Alice
I can see fairies she squeals
I believe in her
Is what she needs to hear
I cut up dressings on the bathroom floor
Pointless really
We are already dead
Butterfly dust and calamity
Locked behind the door.
