Sleeves
Thomas Smithson
She's got a heart sewn to her sleeve
A denim haircut with her model dreams
Of turtle necks and fishing nets under a scream
So loud it wakes the morning up three hours before me
So baby baby build a home next to me
And dice up mushroom's with a side of tea
A nightmare and a fantasy choking me with glee
And if I'm caught she's got the knife to cut me free
The dead man wakes the morning up