Look what she made me
A fool in a car
She drives me to heaven
I fall under a star
Life isn’t mercy
or food on a stick
its harder than cherry stones
but you don’t get to pick
The future is the domain
of the cool
but living for the past
the mistakes of old rules
is somebody else
its someone else
not I
my furniture is not that colour
look what she made me
a fruity iced cake
she holds it still and inviting
on a shiny white plate