hide the coffee-stained carpet
throw your pretty genes on me
if you want to keep up here
flash a quiet-mouth smile
two more bottles on the island
and a chemical calmness
i'm a runaway child
reaching for a mother's dress
and i confess
you are already there
the conversation got salty
brought denial back with you
"all the time in the world"
close your mind, little girl
i'm a harlequin, dancing
for a mannequin heart-box
you forget that i'm here for
all the flesh under the plastic
(and i'm not leaving without it)
you are already there
darling, don't you know
to deny a man
is to become his only thought