She wakes again in blinding sunlight
From gentle dreams of black and white
She hides her eyes, embraces her plight
Her breath laced with the gin of last night
Hair knotted, lips cracked, she smells like smoke
Cigarettes for breakfast make her choke
She still sometimes laughs though she's the joke
She's tired, she's wasted and her heart's broke
She watches in silence and dreams her days
Chiming the hours as she wasted away
She gave up her virtue to feel loved for a day
She's playing her part in her dreamers ballet
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
She wakes again in blinding sunlight
From gentle dreams of black and white
She hides her eyes, embraces her plight
Her breath laced with the gin of last night
Hair knotted, lips cracked, she smells like smoke
Cigarettes for breakfast make her choke
She still sometimes laughs though she's the joke
She's tired, she's wasted and her heart's broke
She watches in silence and dreams her days
Chiming the hours as she wasted away
She gave up her virtue to feel loved for a day
She's playing her part in her dreamers ballet
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