Summer collection (Clearance Sale)


My brain had a house party
and invited every regret I’ve had
since two thousand and five.

Down white whine.
Can’t black out quick enough.
Wake up with the
taste of sick in every hiccup.

Obviously you stayed the night,
blanked me in a red satin romper.
Who has the right
to look sexy In a red satin romper.

It’s not the living on the edge
(My bed the castle)
but being stuck in the centre.
(My mess the moat)

Inevitable as a sunrise
but with clouds on my side
I can keep running with
Karma one step behind.