She's Flaky

Dead or alive
With the flick of a knife
Showers all days cause there's nowhere to swim
High risers block, soft sirens mock
There's no legs on my chair
There's no hands on my clock

Sleepy Susie just can't sleep tonight without the bottle in her hand
No choice but to join her and
wither too, curl up afar at half past six
She's flaky

Piano, Guitar
She plays with her scar
Artists and authors clutter walls in her room
The sun don't get in, her skin don't get out
Still she's a beauty with a beautiful thing

Silent Susie,
says that her phone's broke it's been like that for some weeks,
I wouldn't mind it all so much you
see but she's the one who contacts me
She's flaky

Sweetie Susie,
sees that I'm now quite well and wants to jump upon my back,
I've just unloaded bricks but sure, you lure, let's ignore everyone
She's Flaky



Credits
Writer(s): Philip J. Nixon
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