trip hop for Fridays of winter that left ruins in spring
when i spent nights finding reasons for all your wishful thinking
used to smoke my
thoughts of December, when you saw yourself dying alone in an old chamber
it took notebooks with lyrics wrote down in rush, a piece
of yellow paper that brought fears to your neighbors.
reminiscences of bite marks, blush, paint and fists
wondering for ages and aging with no relief
no belief drinking cola eat crisps
broken arms,thrug. feelings of you and i
and her, i thought no, not
blue water
sinking in the bathroom water feeling closer
and closer to (what the) hell would you think

....what the hell would you think.

i turn on television and see shivering winds
bored employees on the late night shifts fulfilling dreams with lucky bracelets
cheap love stories, soap shows pop junk
still it all bruises me slow like you did
on your show
sophisticated crematory hotel sign horror nights
i refuse all this smell air getting thicker
hearing doors click, or
I'm hearing myself breathe hating brown eyed breed,i know
you flack snap sniff think I'm thinking vulgar,
but you're a dick and now i need a crying shoulder

Promise - Coco Rosie