I See Your Gears Turning

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I see your gears turning
A scratch pad of juggled notes
My sassy blonde with such style
Throwing looks back, caught my throat
Lingering over the page
Like something I’m not sure of
Thoughts dripping into melting ice
Nothing as comfortable as confident love

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You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations

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You have all your beautiful decorations

Your Louis bag & Burberry coat

Flaunting everything which couldn’t be

Knowing how to get my bloody throat

You’ll find your adornments gone someday

They’ll suddenly be missing as you wake

Feeling distraught with nothing left

You’ll be lonely without any Real Estate

You’ll have no glamour & no identity

Find a need to fold back within yourself

No one will care, so no reason to hide

You’ll no longer be living on the top shelf

Downcast eyes revealing all exposed lies

Once the object of unparalleled lust

Age without refinement turns ugly

Life’s not so pretty, fallen from the upper crust