Under a green light in the library
Do I look golden to you yet
With those heart shaped leaves
Glued to my eyelids?
A pointed mention of her
Vermouth please, just a whisper
Your smell on my wrist
You on your best behavior
I want to roll my eyes and I want the truth
Left with nothing but more questions
Smiles, shrieks, and lies.
Manhattans, mouths, and cries
I’ve been dreaming of crashing waves
Runaway hot air balloons
A door that doesn’t lock but should
And clumsy sex with strangers
Mix my tears with dirt and wine
My thoughts are mud and you’re not mine
Put my face on a milk carton
Will I ever be seen again?
Does anyone ever search for silver?
I don’t know who I am anymore
You found me lovely and dirty
I wish I wasn’t so unworthy
