Sugarmask

Amy's bones protrude
She is lying in the nude
Smoke and faint scent of perfume
In the early afternoon

With her sugarmask still on
From her party until dawn
Grabbed from a bargain bin
At the sale on the lawn

Well, Harlan whispers
"Baby, I don't mean to stray
But I cannot be true
I tiptoe out the way I came"
One and one don't always
Make it up to two

Delineated and defined
Sometimes to live
It means to die
And some of us still get
Somehow you die
Just to survive

Like when Clare, she whispered
"John, I did not mean to stray
But I've not been true"
I tiptoe out the way I came
One and one don't always
Make it up to two

Oh, hangers-on
Find someone else
You hangers-on

Amy's bones protrude
She is lying in the nude
Smoke and faint scent of perfume
In the early afternoon



Credits
Writer(s): John Isaac Davey
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