She lays worn out
On her kitchen table
Cold coffee dripping
On a splintered wooden floor
The preacher man running
From a smudged windowpane
Not recalling who she was
She births a bird from her mouth
And whispers, "no more"

Girl in chair
Finger in curl
In glanced stare
Hair in a whirl
Like peaches and cream
She's my ***** dream
Amber skin pearl
Silk honeyed hair
Finger in curl
Girl in chair