Our love is in the basement and I’m living through the art of sorrow
Suffering in the presence of those who love me
Happiest far away from you.
Where all I can see are lemon trees blowing in the afternoon breeze
All I can smell are blossomed floras at night
I am home
Where dark and defective men help me to fight my demons; you.
And naked in the backseat of their ignited Polo’s
Your memory is now fading.