She pours a nervous tingle
Onto all that she perceives
The room is slightly darker
From the moment that she leaves
Regrettable, the whole affair
Breakfast and denial
Sarah May, have a care
Not her style

She saunters past decisions
With indifference to spare
She’s free with her opinion
But has nothing to declare
Teetering about the brink
Precarious, her dance
Sarah May, stop and think
Not a chance

But she’s got no recollection
Of the sharp end of the clock
The consequences streak her face
And crumple up her frock

So she breaks away the borders
And she tears the frame apart
With glitter on her fingernails
An armour plated heart
Tempting as a chocolate cake
As subtle as a brick
Sarah May, run away
Not too quick