Spiked heels make a hole in a lifeboat // Blunderbuss April 24th

by WildChild

Jumping away when I’m talking and laughing as we float
I hear a whistle, that’s how I know she’s home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home

Force fed, force mixed till I drop dead
You can’t defeat her, when you meet her you’ll get what I said
And Lord knows there’s a method to her madness
But the Lord jokes as I float in a sea of sadness

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