how many days a week am i in bed,
usually seven, sometimes eight,
i don't leave much,
though i will for your touch,
but that's never happening,
so here i lie, another hour,
bad posture, headache too,
but i'll stay here until
you come to me.

Seven weeks free,
One slip, a sharp knife,
Scars for life.

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
Her eyes always puffy and red,
Her mouth always wobbling
but that doesn't stop her
from being talk of the town.

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
She remembers why she's seen
like a rat, or spider,
and everyone avoids her but
she's closer and closer.

Talk of the town.
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
A body is found in a river,
Was it suicide or ****** or just
an accident?
One thing is for sure:
She is the talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night.