She's listening to Slowdive
Been up since five
Because that's when the sun hits
But that song fits
Her moody Monday playlists can't help her get out of bed
Or get that last song out of her head
You know the one about the rapist
sung by Tori Amos
Thank god she's still alive
Even if suicide was something she once tried
When they met she implied that she was famous
But she's a devil
Even when she's not being heinous
She's rarely on the level
Left her pitchfork on my front porch
Burning like a torch
But kept the horns on her bedside table
Next to those pills she won't take because they make her feel like a character from a fable