Juicy Fruit

You've stained your face with looks and smiles, it's tired as a hundred miles, if nature won't forgive then why should I? Because even when I try my best, you're resolute and unimpressed. The tears that soak my bones will leave you dry.

I don't care if it's love or lust, the difference doesn't mean that much, the novelty is grey, it's dull, it's scuffed. Don't dare blame me for going out, you know how lonely 'Tuesday' sounds, and drinking never fails to speed them up.

It feels as real as all the badges that you wear - but I don't care.

My tongue weighs a tonne with this love for you, and my hands, they mould it too. It's weak, and it's cheap, but there's nothing I can do to staunch the dyke I burst on you.

Don't tell me how to make my bed, my knees are too blue for a dress, but see these eyes? The lines are deep and red. And you could rule with monkey boots, a neck that smells like Juicy Fruit, there's always been a glow around your head.

It feels as real as all the badges that you wear - but I don't care.

My tongue weighs a tonne with this love for you, and my hands, they mould it too. It's weak, and it's cheap, but there's nothing I can do to staunch the dyke I burst on you.
 
 

Tenement detail by Alice Duncan