and to think that you’re somebody’s daughter
away at college, not getting smarter
your friendship is a fog that disappears when the wind redirects you
And in the last hours before the sunrise
I’m not sure if I passed out or closed my eyes
I woke into a dream where I know I knew,
Somebody had just got their claws in you
And your breath heaves in silent anythings
Like a subconscious ritual.
I’m never gonna get out of this town, am I?
Braille Club, Voodoo Lounge Dublin, 17.5.13.
But it scared you, love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead.