I was boiled again
Now I’m standing in the chalet
A mouthful of blood and then a decade of silence
You tell me it’s wrong - I can’t let him blink
Now Baby is heavy, sagging home on the brink
She eyes the sun as it fades
The horizon is real AF
“I’m leaving soon,” Pretty Baby said, “and I’m gonna take you down.”
I know the pigs
And I know the cam jazz
I know the Ambient bikinis and the biblical Karens
I see the pink paint, I see the wigs ties
I see it all unfurl and then I let it all fly
Expose/Compose myself in the kitchen
Maybe I’ll miss him, maybe I’ll go
“I’m leaving soon,” Pretty Baby said, “and I’m gonna take you down.”